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Nov 2019
a pause, rested against the mill hopper
behind the glass of an eye

these empty mornings
climb through a mindful shell- as passes a gust by bare branch

distant looming giants wade freely tantamount to possibilities
in the house of both existence and not
they flow before us like gods
from "salve" 2019
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Jake Welsh
Written by
Jake Welsh  Chicago
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