Tagged: invention

in the search for more

the years stack themselves

the years stack themselves
neatly, not so neatly, so
that we can expect

to meet again and again,
invent new ways to take off
.
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a couple of chapters into

a couple of chapters into
sitting quite still, except
for the captive bird
between my hands –

a bait of
sentences into the stream
of my pulsating
brainwaves –

i am peeled
away so gently
by the loveliest
of daggers

i am reinventing
the moon,
disconnecting
the word impossible
.
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