The Presence of Absence

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Jul 30, 2024

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THE PRESENCE OF ABSENCE
 
 
It’s late & I’m awake thinking nothing good ever happens.
It’s 3am, and 3am is a room full of worst-case scenarios.  

On the other side of the door, 
the seed of a day I plowed under with tight neck and long stride 
is reaching through dirt for the sky.

Stars flicker like altar candles,
old sun turns to water on blades of g…

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