the time between 'before' and 'next', a constant
transition that doesn't know when transformation
ends, a moonless night
we are ambiguous beings disoriented
by an in-between stage like a rite of passage
paused, unable to name something
the time between 'before' and 'next', a constant
transition that doesn't know when transformation
ends, a moonless night
we are ambiguous beings disoriented
by an in-between
At the Corner At the corner of Division & Reclamation where the town is split between chaos & choice, the edge where you look across the tracks toward dry sage-lined hills rounded against the straight rails, and the tiny mill
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