@Joseph_Fasano_ This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Roethke
there is more than this dead blue
oblong eye turned outwards to you.
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Think about pools.
Atwood
@Joseph_Fasano_ Is it too late to introduce you
who were always here, the watermark,
the poem’s secret?
Dunn
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Plath
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.
Brooks
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