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the war awakens the face of an insect in the mirror

the crickets and i still part of the night

a cricket’s voice

from deep inside

jupiter’s eye

what would the cicada think quiet nights

she’s

asking

me

about

the snow

finding

its

voice

cicada

shell

so far nothing but bird notes

dawn bird song that’s how important she is

winds of venus

there’s a chance

she’s asleep

in the palm of his hand

terrorists

turning into mustard seeds