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Rivers of light snake their way, 

Into the mighty luminescent lake of the city.

Millions of bulbs

And lamps,

Joining forces. 


I wonder,

Which one could be yours?


Is it casting a shadow,

Of your latest inspiration?

Is it streaking across

A new lover’s face?

Or has it been flicked off, 

Still hiding from my eyes,

As I gaze from seat 7A.


how to know yourself


Go walk through the woods.


Leave yourself at home.

what we forgot


We feel

Time lives on the X-axis

And effort on the Y

While success shoots eagerly

Through the plane

But, we’ve forgotten

What the rabbits never will:

That morning greens

Are as delicious to them 

As they are

To wolves.

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