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learning to not read
for Dora Arampatzi
taking a sign for a wander 
so as to say
only a poem can explain a poem
was not before 
and soon won’t be
there’s no outside of this
soul is a cross between 
us and a cloud 
up the garden path 
and busy with the bees 
that’s how far from immortal we are 
taking a sign for a
wonder 
is like 
learning to not read
it’s all in the spirit of nothing to know 
tomorrow, that we’re gone 
 
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