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Sunday, March 25, 2018
Presence and Absence
Presence and Absence
In the empty sky
are the power of those eyes.
In static sound,
white noise
from an empty radio,
is the texture of the voice.
In fog
is the exhumed breath
of you
nourishing my skin.
-Robert L. Jackson III
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Deep Time
Deep time
I caught
the white rabbit,
forever late,
and sacrificed it
for thought.
-Robert L. Jackson III
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