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i saw your note: “the summation of your tears infinitely converges”— then breathlessness as you paused —and upon the water, a heron stirred, pensive; the reeds bowed to the northern sky— “converging, converging”: the mad, scrawled words, the scribbled midnight lament; you hid your heart in a pocketbook, pages folded and layered. did you feel the reeds yield to that northern horizon? did you feel that pensive, infinite heron? she stirred, scattering your words in the early summer breeze.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
words: for mckenna
i saw your note: “the summation of your tears infinitely converges”— then breathlessness as you paused —and upon the water, a heron stirred, pensive; the reeds bowed to the northern sky— “converging, converging”: the mad, scrawled words, the scribbled midnight lament; you hid your heart in a pocketbook, pages folded and layered. did you feel the reeds yield to that northern horizon? did you feel that pensive, infinite heron? she stirred, scattering your words in the early summer breeze.
mckenna: you told me once that you forgot how to feel— i've forgotten too. we've all forgotten, a long, long time ago. to write is to hear echoes of an era long past; to write is to swim in the currents of forgetting. so write, mckenna. scatter those words to the horizons.
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narvik_snow
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narvik_snow
M/Pacific NW
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
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