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Jacqueline Henry

Expansion

 

I want to be a shape 
in space. 
I want to occupy vastness. 
Triangulate my way through the cosmos.

The line I am veers off suddenly to the left
because it can. 
Forms an angle like a crooked arm where a baby 
can lay her head.
Something she, we, naturally sink into.
Angles become squares. 
Four walls and a threshold. 
There is always a gate
That leads into a wide-open field
A field wide open for thought.

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