February 28

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This night a cave
correctly sized

it blankets
not engulfs

there are tenors
to a darkness

some satiating
some stark

what I mean
is there is ample

room in this
starless cradle

and I sleep
dead center

given no other
choice

than expansion
and dreaming

dreams of manifest
destiny

a silly word
with few exceptions

allowable only
in soft focus

a coin for luck
that sinks in still water

even I will still
permit myself this

 

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