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--Life Cycle of a Poem Poem that took the place of my feelings appearing from underneath my fingers they tap

you into existence again there is something in the nothinga strength from the left across the center, moves itself with itself it composes as it sing in the silence a measure and takes apart what it brings to a pause time in its immemorialism memory as it becomes an absence to forget about its exodus returned to an origin or a birth: a world that had disappeared is returned and a life that had ended resumed.