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Stay in the room a little longer.
Reading notes
A way further in
Not the final meaning. Just a closer read, a better question, and a few nearby poems worth opening next.
Read it like a night walk. Let the images arrive before you ask them to explain themselves.
Opening line
Where the door opens.
I watched her hair catch fire
Center line
Where the temperature changes.
Across the purple-orange gemstones—
Leaving line
The line to carry out with you.
A prelude to the ocean night.
If you came here carrying something
Open this door when your thoughts feel loud after dark and you want something to sit beside them.
Themes in this poem
Best met slowly, especially when you are reading in the hours meant for sleep.
After you read
Stay in the archive a little longer.
If this one stayed with you, keep it. Then either leave a note, keep moving through the archive, or open a random poem.
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Listening room
Hear the poem in one breath.
A studio reading for the archive, voiced with care and restraint.