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2015, blue, breathing, death, emptiness, eyes, holiday, identity, lifetimes, living, mouth, nose, seeing, sky, speech, sun, Sylvia Plath
you were not morbid
you were not paranoid
you were just awkward
with built-in mis-match
of all of our lives and
no hope for emergence;
you breathed always
through your eyes – so much
more to see – but they
said the nose, the mouth,
was more usual and
essential to living –
too late: you saw the
sun-bleached blue of a
holiday before the deep-
high sky of emptiness
and panicked
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blue & sky wormhole: furl-reach
breathing wormhole: while walking
death wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
emptiness & identity & living & seeing wormhole: Jericho
eyes wormhole: B le tch l ey P ark
holiday wormhole: 1968
lifetimes & sun wormhole: work
mouth wormhole: early evening
speech wormhole: dry rot
Sylvia Plath wormhole: and then just stop
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