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By: Lukas Norling


while you were

a Breathing


the substance of 

your Presence

pressed on

my chest

like wind


in the quiet

sway of

fethered reed grass

as it reaches

thoughtlessly toward



untroubled by life and 

lungs and all of the

wearisome complications

that their habitual expansions

and contractions confer—

the tangible Silence

that stands in your place

casts a dense shadow

on motionless green

About the Author

Lukas Norling is a graduate student at CSU Fullerton where they study animals and anarchy in literature. Writing helps them process death in all its forms.

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