you hear
the rattle
of the snake
before it strikes,
see the lightning
before it's
rumble. you
smell what's
burning on
the stove
or the scent
of rain
before it falls
into the small
hands
of upturned
leaves. you
know by living
many things
that you cannot
see, but not you,
that remains
a mystery.
the rattle
of the snake
before it strikes,
see the lightning
before it's
rumble. you
smell what's
burning on
the stove
or the scent
of rain
before it falls
into the small
hands
of upturned
leaves. you
know by living
many things
that you cannot
see, but not you,
that remains
a mystery.
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