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IF ANYTHING
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Journal
The deer are touching silence this evening
Their resplendent attention cannot possibly attempt to comprehend fate
They wade to our car doors weightlessly
Hugging their apprehensions
Through the rearview mirror we watch
The horizon as though it were an open casket
A crisp interlude of association
Will get you through this lane
They’re whispering into our eyes
Haven’t you ever studied an apple or an orange
Long enough to be like totally enraptured?
Only an occurrence as innocuous as this
Or an acorn falling from its canopy for instance
Transports them to Elysium
I know this
Much is audacious to claim
But we were told to
Repurpose the miracles within our temples
Into practicality, to which I maintain
I haven’t the slightest clue how
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