The Caravan
The caravans of mystery boxes
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The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
I keep searching the dictionary for the perfect word for bravery
vast clusters
What did we lose tonight?
How a street turned silent
Oceans of light
This stinging, this jabbing
When the wailing of the night has hushed
A daughter is a quiet cave
the mountains will not hoist you
stillness is a pitch
Do you marvel at the bursting