The grass and silence disturbed,
Disturbed.
The walk deeper and more disturbed
From where the warm light meets the trees is dis-
-turbed
Each ocean, hearts stuck in caves and
Girls enslaved in other countries--
Other neighborhoods,
Have all been jostled awake
By the intrusive stir of the
Era.
In this, as if containable, pooling, swims Possibility and the
Cloaked shadow it carries
To disturb.
The Monkey
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There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
uncanny e...
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