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Poem: What You Thought 

What You Thought

Here I am in the woods
and there is snow
I crouch by a thicket
I am low
There is an opening
branches and snow
lines on white
You can go    but you must stay low

You are on a cliff
with a pier below
a sky    a sea    a planet turning
Things make crosses
then come apart
everything breathes
and stops breathing

I sit in a doorway
I am low
There is always a doorway
Nowhere to go
Nothing to guard    keep in or out
to silence    shout    overthrow

What you thought was a place
is really a thing
a moon made of ice
a sun on a spring
beautiful circus

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