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Into 1000 pieces
Must this rending really proceeded mending?

Now I start to re-gather,
And when
Maybe it will be larger –

1001

Other poems are short and sharp – arrows aim of the heart, as of the purpose of beauty was to hurt me more alive

Life prefers the running water to the still; in its world, tulips only bloom to fade

Remember: every fist began as an open hand. Even a bridge is a ledge if you straight to its edge.

Who knew each had the power to save what mattered

Rather what was intimate, personal, scaled to the human.

Being alive is probably the best that most of us can accomplish, the gratitude for what we received is the least we can feel

You should change the name of the game, and even the game can change.

Grieving over something, you never even knew you loved colon that gloomy house of your childhood, where you were mostly miserable.

They get the facts, but they don’t get the mystery

Mines are deeper than mines. And twice as dark.

Hi, who saw neither rapture nor fracture.

Now the question is: what to do with shatter?

“ a spiritual paradox that language aches to reveal period”