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| from "Stars fell on Livaniana," 2015, by Stefan Krauss |
At Home
Within anything that lives there is structure
and segments of chaos both
In any house live the forces that can unbuild it
The doorbell’s voice lives alongside its beloved
named Silence
The dirt adheres to laws made by
no person
but by the subconscious of the dirt
Meanwhile there is much rejoicing in the lawlessness
of what will just grow
[Image above by Stefan Krauss]
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