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Poems
Catch me if you can
A cold winter day is when it pains more than
is beautiful; the lawns are neatly manicured,
I am asleep, I dream of you, though
someone else wakes me up, I don’t remember
any sound, the sunlight showers
me with a golden waterfall, but I wake up
silent and offer myself to the world
beside – I visit the ocean, fully, knowing that we’re
both equally far away from you, I let it take me: far
away into its fold: knowing it has not arms – but
only a bed rock where I (could) stand before I
am submerged in a spool of light, the trees thread
better than my grandmother could, it is beauty
that has passed down more generations than I (could)
count, there are less pages in this story
than droplets in the ocean because we could
(be) separate; we (could) stick close so closely
to each other that our form would blink
so fast that even if all the trees in the
world came together – they wouldn’t be able
to catch us – we would be less than light, we would be more
than light, we wouldn’t be light, not at the same time, anyway.