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Apr 2012
He greets
the day with open eyes
Sounds of sprinklers meet him there.
He feels
the wet grass beneath his palm
and slowly raises himself off the ground
He looks
as though at any moment
he could collapse into an endless nothing
trapped between the moments between the moments

halfway down the gullet of a bear

when you fight gravity
nobody wins
Written by
T Andre Bostwick
611
     --- and Anna
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