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Exposition
J
Michael Wahlgren & Jeanette Marie Sayers
The
sentence
I
remember: death
by
meaning. That unknown
cliché,
hidden
on
the promenade, waited
to
make my emptiness
known,
to expatiate
in
extraterrestrial space—
a
leviathan to my morsel soul.
It
exposed me for all
I
had aspired to be
but
never was: an ant hill,
no
mountain.
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