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imagine no possession

August 27, 2016

pictures of the shape of becoming,
fragments of the past in human form

in the warm dark room,
the gentle enclosing,
the naked I,
a softly spoken, tenderly approaching
understanding of who, and where,
if not why

to lead with life, untethered,
without a helmet but with abandon
without a handrail but with a hand

… and home before the rain

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