You are everywhere,
You are everyone,
You think that we’re done.
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I’m perpendicularly late,
shadows leak from our trees,
off into your laps, heads up.
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The responding bird is in hiding,
Your secret shivers to stroke the lute,
You must stop your stubbornly rectangular thoughts.
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How I met him,
How we hold things together,
You’re too subjective to acknowledge it.
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Now, admire the elongated raindrops on sill,
Stay still,
and don’t show your teeth to disagreements.