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  • Writer: tanner gore
    tanner gore
  • May 12, 2020
  • 1 min read

Oh the things you can salvage 

from the ashes —

if you are not afraid of being burned.


No, you cannot poke around

with a stick.

You cannot sift through

with a sieve.

You cannot dust off

with a broom. There’s no time to take stock there’s no time to make plans!


But with two hands,

bare and unyielding,

you must lunge into

the belly of the smoldering mass.



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