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Friday, October 7, 2022

It’s not up to me—

The words I write,

Each sound I speak.

And this light that I seek…

From darkness it rose,

Or dirt, I suppose…

How dare it so hide?

Turn by the night,

Fold when space glides,

Or warp from my eyes.

…bye bye like surprise,

Sightless like time,

Cringe like no lie,

Let go like I write.

Are words now my light?

-Budd

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