It is only a piece of art
It is only a piece of writing
It could never be you
It could never be the ocean
lapsing proximate
It is not the sun on your face
not a year in mechanical flight
It is not the end of tragedy
not victory, the last breath
It is not the force that binds you to earth
not the body that determines expanse
It is not a chair in plain view of you
it is not the flowers you would like

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