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freckles of north [23/12/13] twig fingers cloud breath prayer elbows i am so mortal, i lost north when she fell out of my pocket, i tracked her across the night sky & documented our shivers in nanoseconds, in calculus as if i knew what i was doing. i read the classics and reveled in my ignorance, brandished it on a diploma, my name scrawled on a shriveled piece of eternity crumpled in human hands, trading years to light candles in hopes of rivaling the stars. i think a church should have an open roof even when it rains, how else will we look brazenly into the eye of god & declare independence, how else will we justify our apathetic wisdom