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top The Field
top Second Day

I made coffee this morning.
Cleaned myself then dressed.
The sun stares at me
Through the windshield
And I hear a vague
High pitched whine
Of odd excitement,
I've forgotten my lighter.
Panic screws tight
A little light bulb
Inside my chest.
I breathe deep
Into the continuance
Of cessation and think
Life has become
Less luxurious.

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top Homeland
top untitled (fading silks compose)

alone/together/adrift

top Février, soleil levant, Bazincourt

a. Camille Pissarro