"before my time"
...learning the ceiling
before floor
—how a day is shaped,
or air keeps its measure,
how the house moved
to a rhythm older
than the streets outside.
Whatever I became
started here,
in a climate set
long before my time.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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