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Jun 2013
I am before myself
on heels, and quickly departing
the horror of daily visages.
I am into the night,
where every leaf that is rattled
by the wind aching
for it's own reflection
is mine to embrace,
as my reflection has shown me to.

We, who, out of the pine,
and into the comb of finely
composed and elegant life,
would preach to transcend
our animal likeness. Witnessed,
then we shunt from our selves
when locked eyes with
an ordinary house cat.
Jory
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Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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