File Or Burn
Seeing better from a distance,
than you ever could up close
The memories play like children,
in voices that you spoke
The truth is where you find it,
every season, every turn
Where space becomes entitled
—your soul to file or to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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