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New Territories

You can’t fold yourself back

into the mapped territory

you’re familiar with

The interior topographies have changed

Ridges of division, edges blurred

Softened, opened

Into a new way of touching

the tender places across

the table and void

You can’t get lost here

You were on your way

all along

Breathe. Look. Listen.

Your heart was

always bringing you here.

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