There's freedom
Stretching out like the sky
Like endless, snow-covered hills
Like autumn woods ablaze with leaves
Calling for you
Kneel down
Touch your forehead to the sky and the ground
She stretches out over the world
And holds you by the back of your wrist
And you're wondering
But they're hurting
But they're water
Water that's rising
What is water?
Hydrogens and oxygens
And birth and life and cleanliness
Let me let me fall into it
Let me breathe it in like sunlight
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Finding Small Infinities
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
