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Psaltery & Lyre

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Hybrid

Two Poems

my secret / footprints, / dark blue / hard metallic

WE HAD TO LEAVE

It came to be widely believed that we were Something’s experiment, in which case the stars and the trees and the grass and the birds knew everything we wished to know.

Eveningtime

I will reach into the clock, my hand through it like water

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