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Category: Poetry

Master

O Master of Eyes straighten me out.Remove horizons so I might not stumble.Make all backsides be upfront.No lying at the water’s edge. No head in…

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Remote

Heard you’re remote.Tell that to worm, fish and bird.You guide through ground, sea and airto a spot from where you came. Heard you couldn’t care…

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Opus O

Wherever I look I seethe thee of an entitybreaking borders here and there.Swimming in a sea of air. Your body contradicts me.Speech spooks me away…

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