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still here…

there’s nothing to this new year
but a sense of neverending exhaustion
and so little to show for it, thus far…

but the stories are beating themselves against the cage door, hard
now I have held aloft a key and a vision of sky, goldensilver, gleaming

don’t leave—
not yet

 

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