grey gardens,
your father in those photographs,
his eyes were shimmering
"halo, halo, halo"
i keep thinking
jeremy the fox whispered in my ear
the names of ancient cities
i smiled, but the buzzing wouldn't stop
behind your architectured forms,
the streams were spinning
constellations reshuffling
under my feet
my hair becomes braided, ropes in
the wilderness
i exhale, but it's all still
glittering
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