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Chirality

  • James Long
  • May 9, 2022
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 24, 2022

There are moments

seeds


when the world is so rich that I am lost in a thunderous


NOW


and times

when I sit caught in the swing of eternity


But lately

I have grown suspicious

as trees

That these two are one and the same

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