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More by Rubber Soul
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mundane
for this i would pour my time out from my pencil til i was gone
short of age
to admit to dreaming myself carved deep into the dips where your elbows rest
to quake to the humanity of the mundane- -
keeper
I hope the earth craves the soles of my feet in the same love
the shards of my stillness could use to halo you in the raw day
Casting myself
briefly understood by the spaces carved by body and language- -
Tomorrow I'd like to live alone
I’d like to live alone some days –
picture window
red mug
snow;
someone’s visiting tomorrow,
tomorrow I will live alone again
wait for the next tomorrow
(I want it more)
stay a night,
stay an extra one;
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