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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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