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Where I Am From
Where I am from,
it is the sullen joy of man
to converse with the moon and the stars, as they break towards the
horizon
But moons, stars, horizons are rocks, ash, and
burned things
On what hearts will they carry your burden?
In a gala of constellations
They find you huddling between rocks
Ushering in rocks, ash, and burned things
You give them names and with a tap of eyes
A spark in the hands, they transmogrify in colors,
Principles, and calculations
Errors, faults, and sins
With a pitch of the foot, you cast them outside into the void
Where temperatures fall below your eye level
And the dark floor twists away into dark corners
Where man might linger
Where I am from
In the dark, it the sullen joy of man
to burden
and bless nothing with something
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