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Your Morning is My Night
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4 minutes 40 seconds
From Iris’ accompanying poem My Morning is Your Night:
what felt immoveable has taken time
in, turned malleable
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my ceiling is not mine
but it’s becoming familiar
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you stand at the threshold
flickering, moth-like
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from somewhere
between us
an unexpected music
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