No thing.  No dream. No soul toward phosphorescence. No burn.  No black. No come.  No home.  No yes, no. No do, undo. No sky, holler, hug. No blue.  No come back as an ant or a king.  No hover over the body until it’s time to let go.  No know. No now.   -Whitney Hudak…

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