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Nov 2012
atmospheric,
and actually quite lovely
or selcouth,
either way, it's time for us to retreat back into ourselves,
to fold delicately into, in two, in three segments,
tucked away until melting ice slides, skin-sheet
off our hairless arms
we yawn before sun gods then,
lids closed, yet light penetrates with branch-veins
so amber and pulsating.
Written by
c quirino
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