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Celestial remedies

orbiting in the crevices of my body I

found that a lighthouse lives

in the pinpoint, triangular cusp

of my heart

the trickling goes on and on

to the quiet region of my gut

backstrokes in memories

below, some earthy overgrowth

floral features flood the fragments


sewing seeds into my bones

now — of molasses

imagine that water was collecting at

the commencement of my daydreaming

held my breath to examine the

spotted roof above

found tightropes with wild dragonflies

fired up / still mirroring glass

compromised by pines and currents

if in this lies the stillness of movement

i’m going to stay some more

by Paris Jessie

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