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About distance. People rarely believe
It exists. Do you wake at night
Shuddering? Do you want
To shudder but sit very still instead?
At the window, night places cold palms
Over all the eyes of flowers
There is nothing wrong
With this stillness, nothing broken
In what it uncovers and covers again.
— Malinda Markham, from “Just Past This Road Lives a Figure Imprisoned in a Tower” (via awritersruminations)
