Minimalist Gossip Magazine Cover (49).pdf (13) - Flipbook - Page 89
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Look at the sheet, blank and beholden
to nothing. Typefaces, keys, arbiters of anonymity
erased.
This is where I take to the page.
My hand; hibernating, coiled curlicues
of possibility. Ink from skin from soul
from bone.
Have I ever been closer to home?
No doubt, and yet. Axe to wood and wood
to sticks. Friction, warmth. Bellyful of soil
and growth.
The wit in what it takes to survive.
I am many steps from being alive.
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