Delusive

So long as we haven't caught a falling one, our fascination remains.

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The first few poems I wrote were filled with, if not obstructed by stars. So are the ones I have yet to write.

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In a short film I saw this afternoon, a kid was sweeping stars from the moon. I inhabited his world and left as soon as the credits rolled.

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On my way home. Even going out on a Saturday to take a break from the hectic workweek has become duty. The night's made darker by the stormy weather. Lamps on the highway are burning a pale orange. Dull guides, these low lights.

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Image is everything

Dolphin love and limits

In the mail today

Dance is now

Dwell

Reflections after reading The Beach by Alex Garland

To rebel, to never rush

Gestes magnifiques

Lullaby singer

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