Beautiful images.

The paper hangs from the hand like water flowing white — dips into the distance to reclaim a portion of the day before, the tired hand opening again for some relief — pressures of the ideas, the rotten and the golden, weaving in and out of a line so you don’t know which is which.
Palimpsest: A Prose-Poem
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Henya Drescher
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Nov 23, 2021
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Written by Henya Drescher
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