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Gliding open that storied steel doorwith foraging eyes I meet the usual suspectssitting listless in cracked tupperware sleeping in creased beeswaxwraps stacked like rubble and I sigh deeplythen turn away and regroup–mustering the courageto look once more to tread the dreaded boundarybetween routine and imagination to fight or to fleesuspendedContinue Reading