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Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
for whom the piano
is merely the conveyance
of the soulfor whom the soul
is transcendent, moonlighting, chimerical Continue reading mark weber | happy birthday for connie crothers