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I said With defensive defiance, I can go by myself [all alone] Into that orange twitching woods. As branches jolt Into shutter release, quick mystique Of that yellow cat Is found with only the sun in her eyes; A soft machinery: organs of utter chaos, That frame of beauty. My smaller self would stop and listen, Heartbeat quicken — A fall through the ice; I only wanted to freeze the frame. Yellow lungs, paste from the sun; [I'm heaving with my heart now]
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Neighborhood Woods
I said With defensive defiance, I can go by myself [all alone] Into that orange twitching woods. As branches jolt Into shutter release, quick mystique Of that yellow cat Is found with only the sun in her eyes; A soft machinery: organs of utter chaos, That frame of beauty. My smaller self would stop and listen, Heartbeat quicken — A fall through the ice; I only wanted to freeze the frame. Yellow lungs, paste from the sun; [I'm heaving with my heart now]
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
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