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Neither Nor
a door creaks inward,
the sky folds in, saying not leave
nor enter
not lost, not quite returned
my hands forget their kedge,
stillness 'neath the murmur
somewhere between blur and flame
a yes dissolves into never,
I mistake the hush for an answer
Tesla 3-6-9
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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