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There were no clouds. I prayed for lightning.
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
they gather between lifetimes where the water shines
you, radiating out among the crush of people
leaves spiralled around us like a benediction
the grassiness of death
Sitting in the library, listening to the rain, reading an interesting book and wanting to meet the man who just walked past
I will go furious, you know
June 17, 2008
Magic in the World
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
be silent my bird, you tear me apart
lost we
We once played this same game, but with only our words
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Zenna Henderson
Lonely, trying to fill herself with the concert
Thunderstorm
lightning
kawaii
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