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Standing here
Wondering where exactly
Here is
Thinking of my ancestors
Thinking, should I leave now—leave
This here, where now the nightmare drifts
A deadly gas
Promise of horror
Do I fight on?
And writing—how
In this midst, this here, this now
Write my far flung, deep-set
Stories of others and self, self as others
Adventuring, fighting the dark forces
How do you fight a deadly gas?
Go always masked
Wear clown noses
Bury your face in the cat’s soft fur and breathe
Only the scent of love and warmth?
Hide in the woods
Deep in the water, breathing through reeds
Listen for far off music
Listen, for hope, for love, for strength, hands to hold
An embrace of comfort in the dark—
Weren’t those
Only stories?