from There Is No Wayward Palace
Laura Carter

 

On another side of the world, someone might call you a criminal for catching a wrong angle. That's why there are few angles anymore. You remember them, too; their chimes lit you like a blues song with a little kick. Welcome to the window you passed through. You're complete, you're enough, and there's something in how you play a saxophone that's striking. A clarinet you played when you were younger became a way of taking an angel away. A synergy is not what's expected on an ordinary day, but you too could be caught by law at the wrong moment, epic diverted into need.

 

 

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