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Aug 2019
Sometimes I am aware
of the bird's music,
but often I forget.
Some unconscious piece
of me
sets it aside in favor
of the roar of engines, and the screams of circuitry.
But I am happiest with
the sound of waves;
Earth's primordial wail of infancy.
And here, now,
I remember.
The Dybbuk
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The Dybbuk
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     Fawn, ---, ---, Bogdan Dragos and Devon Brock
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