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She looks past her
father’s eyes and into
something that he isn’t, a
thing that jumps toward his pupils,
bursting, bounding, out into
the wilderness, past the dust on
the road, past his cart made out
of wood, a single note like in
music, bouncing, finding what it
is a melody. A black note
in the realm of the senses.
She looks past her
father’s soul and sees nothing.
She looks past her
father’s bone and sees
marrow.
She looks up and in
the daytime
she sees twilight.

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