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there are the
thoroughfares we follow
rivers of empty hearts sucking air
mad trails of blood slashed into mountainsides
oceans growing deeper and farther
the more they are measured and charted
there are the signs we have obeyed
or ignored at our peril-
shifting hues of sky
a sudden hush
the click of a lock
in the office of thoughts
there are the places we find ourselves at rest
collapsing into our hands
idle fruit scattered and softening
on the forest floor
and there is the light that moves us
from under the shadowy reel
of winged scavengers
it is the hope we hold
in this world of clock springs and arrows
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