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Rich language
stumbles at the same word
describing
injured soldiers, slaughterhouses,
refugees, cancer patients,
Lincoln’s face, toddler tantrums,
boredom, thirst.
No glibness.
I want to invent words to show
the vastness of the oceans between.
Instead, you show me
a map of the universe
where all our suffering
Human, animal, planet
is so small,
disappearing
in all this night sky.

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