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Lake
There were lights here last night
charging up the dark matter between us and the water and the water and its sister, the sky. It is impossible to touch you. I don’t know who said this, it was either you or me or somebody’s drowned childhood friend, lost and lost and lonely forever on the bottom of the bottom of the lake. Somebody told me there is no bottom to this lake. That the water just goes down goes down and down forever. The lake has a long memory a long memory, a large imagination. When my mother left, the spring on our land didn’t change. The water didn’t stop didn’t stop bubbling up from below. It didn’t cover itself in a shawl of blackbirds to indicate grief. Each litre of water that came up was different from the next and the next and each time and each time after that when I took a drink a drink I became a dark blue lantern teeming with invisible life. Nobody had gone anywhere at all. Nobody was ever not lost at the bottom of the lake because in the lake it is impossible to be a stranger.
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