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Sep 5
i used to throw bread crumbs into
a pond full of minnows next to a
place where i worked years ago

it kept me cool in the summertime,
pulling the heat out of me and
feeding it into the winds as

a turtle snapped up dozens of fish-babies,
transforming the vision of my frame into
maybe the size of a praeternatural feather

and for a moment,

i dreamt that on a clear night through the
eyes of a barnyard owl that i could
navigate the dark foldings of
space into the beating
hearts of praying
rodentsβ€”

blinking back to a view of
disturbed green watersβ€”

i commenced
to waking...

"the frenzy, at rest"
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Seranaea Jones
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Seranaea Jones
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