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2023.05.26

  • Craig Van Ravens
  • May 26, 2023
  • 1 min read

What glances this vision?

What grows this bone?

How wears this skin?

I hold myself in, I push myself apart.

I know through others,

I sense through feeling,

I exist to have become.

 
 
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