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"A whole bottle of night..."

masterclass in the short poem thanks vic!

I still can't hold it. It still looks like a car in flames. Maybe joy is the distance that never changes and the distance is what allows me to feel it.

Oh to be loved the way the day loves the night. See how slowly they separate? All day long the trees move, each leaf in a different direction, as if by the work of fingers on a body.

My mother is dead.
...
desire is still free.
We still love many people.