Wednesday, December 7, 2016
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It's easier to burn than melt…
that's why I'm standing so messy
in front of this smoke-stained sky.
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7/25/2025 5:46:15 PM # 1.0.0
This poem stitches things that belong to the inner and outer worlds. Attention goes its own way, by its own rules, so it breaks off the long aspirational gaze. Looking at the ground beneath your feet belongs to the natural progression of stargazing. You find transitions that TIE grit and the grace together.