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Branching Inward
The bark of my knowing
is rotting away
With grain left exposing
what memory betrays
Those things I pushed outward
root deeply within
As the oldest of wood
-makes the best violin
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
is rotting away
With grain left exposing
what memory betrays
Those things I pushed outward
root deeply within
As the oldest of wood
-makes the best violin
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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Branching Inward
Branching Inward