Our Own

with our own hands

poetry

mirror

 

out of darkness

mouths

knew too much

 

live like this:

early

astronomers

 

like flame

then always

like flame

 

this manner is dance

unbridled

beyond artifice

 

flooded in sun

in a room

half-

 

familiar

recognize grief

as lost

 

 

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