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Feb 2021
a

knock

propels the eye
to see

what it could not see

in dreams.

the cave
is

deep.

some lifetimes
most lifetimes

cannot widen its mouth.

to step out
to stretch wide
to feel the grass
and the sand

leaves one
with no other option

but to use one's own feet

to stand.

the walls of support are gone.
Written by
Mitchell Duran
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