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7A

 

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.

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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

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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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