the dusty corner where the tiny insect breathed its last is grayishly dark on this speckled evening with no sound or movement in a still temporal loop yet only a strand of cobweb reaches gently to touch your retina and captures a hint of your life essence . tonight I drank a glass of dragon water so patiently slowly, it reminded me of the spreading fire within me will the liquid extinguish it or ignite it? . on that tearful night I reached as deep as I could into an empty home tore my heart out thin as paper and folded the old story into a new ship pushed it ashore . home dear home the dew-kissed mirror blinds me in the morning sun like a delicate secret the tranquil voice of hidden ancestors finds me in the earliest dawn at your feet .
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