Jesse Hitchman
The word dissolves its own grip
Jesse Hitchman
Freed from the shackles of chatter
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And the earth unfolds its highest sky
Jesse Hitchman
Within a frame, from all its depth
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Near the surface, yet infinitely far
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The baboon is silent and the birds will sing
Jesse Hitchman
The sublime chorus of Dionysus
Jesse Hitchman