we've seen this film before and stay to watch the search continue. you keep your eyes wide open in the face of odds and even dreams that scare you back to bed. do you write about them too?
poetry is at our feet. paths are always more than asphalt and the leaves wept from the wind. poetry is on the screen; behind layers of paint on the walls of some other building somewhere else. the right words are always there in hiding, waiting patient for your voice. tell me when you find them (if you want).
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