maybe it begins like this –
a look that is not a look
something more
like
a preface to a look

you were extracting yourself out
from the crowd – slicing
a moment into this
moment

hope is a strange thing –
when you push out your
chest a little more, it flushes
in to sort out these untested
fleshier regions
where wings reside
.
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