I AM A NATURAL WONDER

who wonders at the volume
of my disappearing act,
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frenching the air and waking
toward a new “I get you”
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sleep comes equipped with.
Sinking feeling for your time,
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I only find old walls
that never end or begin,
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your natural wonders beyond them.
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To learn more about Matt Cozart, visit his blog The Booth of Our Conniving.
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