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by Benjamin Jacques (2022)


What I needed to I named,
paid attention to what I couldn’t see.
What I couldn’t find I gave away.
My left hand didn’t know.

I emptied what needed filling.
Took back words never said.
I counted before I knew my numbers.
I slept until the stars had faces.

Who travels slow
Will travel far
Who dreams of dying
Will wake in joy

So do not grudge me
a coat of colors
I weave together
All I dream.

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