out of nowhere

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some days, the words

find me or i

find them and

 

they may or

may not open

the hatch,

 

the secret opening,

the place where

God is said

to be.

 

who made the hatch?

 

in one side, out the other

and back again.

 

forgetting the hatch

i am free.

 

chris woodhull

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