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I like this poem. Usually, I dislike or am bored with the products of my creativity soon after completing them. Very few things become stand-alone worlds even I enter breathlessly because they speak beyond what I can intend.

This poem is like that for me. It was a love poem. "I do not want to move you like the sun: but like the moon" I wrote, imagining the lover a planet I would alter but not drive. I imagine walking around a whole continent. I want to be old calling birds home. In this poem I am at an edge and avoid it I triangulate: a bird, the ocean, the moon.

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