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Not here
I am hereWith Sunday staring at meEveryday is SundayEveryday I sit at the altarSaying who am I supposed to be I am hereIn light, and shadowDripping in song (laughter)in minor key I say Your nameI’m but a birdwingedsoaring through shapeless And why is this poem about me?You’re in me, my eyes in you?Can I not… Read more
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Its echoes
This breath It blows to the east Surrendered to sound I’ve given up all I had It echoes Who am I That’s not a question And the answer is spared For now I’ve beenWho I’ve been searching for
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