Always to light we move, earth turning unbearably,
closer to the next, breathless with such movement that
in so much time as you take (to read this)
we have moved perhaps closer,
(perhaps not) do you remember
how we must somehow
move with love?
What did they say
when they held us?
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Short Poems To Read Alone
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