a reiteration, a resurrection
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WORLD
there's not enough of it,
nor time enough
to parse it, provide it to a lover,
to prove that it exists in spite
of solipsism,
and on evenings like this when you feel as if
you can judge its curvature
in the way the snow moves
and in the silences between gusts
and in the way the gusts open up
and permit occasional
shafts of light to illuminate the boundaries
of our lives
which, lit up, smart with sadness |
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