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bright and early
digging through
a forest of thoughts

I am not here
my ignorance
grows these
structures and
masses

a large emptiness
to share in rooms
in soil

wandering through
my vessels
entering toes and crown

growing lesions and tumors
to mark the dead ends
steering me through
dark forests

Poets to read

Samuel Menashe