After JKD's Sleeplessness, fragment by sean s,
First by Michelle Naka Pierce, Twelve first lines by Rufo Q.
how cracked and empty
porcelain the bowl
is what makes beginnings
a naked receptacle
I have not done not tended
say down in the belly's
home body heaven
is squeezed orange versus
a condensation of space
I once saw from the window
border bird crossing
a clear sky curve
the result of have-to
its own hypothesis
reward as if
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