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          looking to log a poem on a visit to Heidelberg walking
          up and down the street and up and down the steps to
          the castle and only on the train back did I see the reflect
          ion in the window of the window opposite that showed
          a pinkening sky that wasn’t really

          there

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
pink wormhole: old age
poetry wormhole: too cold to sit outside / and write flowers of / individual poems
reflection wormhole: through the window
sky & windows wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
streets wormhole: titanic
train wormhole: prologue
walking wormhole: no hate
writing wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision