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we die in small inches
in treaties etched in skin
and silent accords struck
with ourselves on the edge
of falling or of death

we live in bright moments
without before without
an after or dim dream
of a shining city
we take this stretch of sun
or spinning length of night
to make things and share them

(Words and images Copyright 2013©by Michael Kallstrom)

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