Dear Reader

Things have been unsettled
But not unhopeful
Nights put on their kindest faces
And fade
I myself am a tack about to come loose of the corkboard
And all my letters will fall
I myself am a magnet polarizing and plain
Circular thoughts
I myself am quite myself
Until I’m not
At the seams

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