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Oh, eff you. Joseph! "...a small vessel for awe..." Gorgeous!

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Hahahah! Thank you, Sherman!

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I hear it…

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That "breath before a first word is uttered" registered. - I know what that feels like. It's everything that's been going on in my head, talking to myself, memories, what-ifs, speculation, determination, hope - all rolled into a breath, all on fast-forward colliding into a moment. You captured that magnificently with that line.

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Wow, so beautiful, Joseph. Thank you for posting it.

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I love it! Beautiful sentiment!

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Love tbe final stanza with the possibility of the vacant word.

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Love it.

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I like that the book Lightbearer is soaking in the morning beams. Also White Fire.

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The entire poem is visceral and beautiful, and all to describe something we do everyday for a minute or two. So much so, I was getting flashbacks from this morning. So good.

"What needs to be said

says itself in weather"

This is gonna stick with me for a while. Well done!

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