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February 15, 2007
you have the sky in a jar on your desk, i have seen it. the stars rise and stick to the sides like condensation, the clouds fill and recede, pushing against the glass sides of that restraint you keep them in.
how did you fit the heavens in that jar?
i like to watch them turn colors as they think and move. i like to watch the lightning spark like blue fire, against your books, your picture frames. the sweet froth of summer storms, the wicked black of midnight.
i am afraid i will be the one to let her go; forgive me.