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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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