Large & palpable is silence and has been known to deliciously stain a page. Inhabit the digital as well. Thus, are all poems large?
Oh, a meal of tidbits. On small plates. How this fills the senses. A bowl brims with fruit.
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song of the circle which fills no entire ground
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through which they jump
song of the reluctant swimmer
who cannot fathom any depth
and the depth which fathoms his fear
song of the arms around me in the rain
of the night before and the night
which rains into daylight and closes it again