Nobody thought it could be done
but by the time I was destined
to enter the fifth dimension
I found myself passing through
the eye of the needle
january two thousand twenty-five
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to understand the language
is to know how the stream
becomes a river
to be a flower you must first
become a pod and a seed
learn to feed off the earth
without sunlight
the rain is stored inside stone
buried & dug up & buried again
alive like human remains
to fly is to study the wings
of bird & insect & angel
listen to their mechanisms
—close your eyes and rise above
november two thousand twenty-three
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