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I feel haunted
I run to escape the threats
Being vague and blurred
Yet constant
I only rest to mourn
My fear is my privilege
The only thing that is steady
The fear I breathe
The resignation I exhale
Make me aware
Of everything
That happens
My sadness is my companion
It wraps its arms around me
And calms, protects me
Always
For I am alone in my grief
And that is everything
remaining
© by Friday VanTassel, 2001
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Prior:
I'm not ... distracted, I'm doing research.
Harper: On
Mormons ?
Prior: On ...
Angels. I'm a ... an Angelologist.
Harper: I never
met an angelologist before.
Prior: It's
an obscure discipline.
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