Landon A. @lovenvoy

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what comes is better than what came before
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what comes is better than what came before

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blue in green
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blue in green

paracosm
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paracosm

youth and beauty brigade
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youth and beauty brigade

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village hidden in the garden
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village hidden in the garden

the universe is riding off with you
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the universe is riding off with you

got a light?
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got a light?

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the way you want nothing of it
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the way you want nothing of it

somewhere in the half-light
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somewhere in the half-light

bike dream
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bike dream

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wypipo in sandbox, 2017
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wypipo in sandbox, 2017 Digital photography 512 x 512px £4,500.00

we used to run through the house to find you
turning the corners of every room
opening the closet doors
looking under beds
all out of breath
but there you’d be always
in the quiet places we’d go to last
out by the garden repotting an overgrown aloe vera
mending one of your dresses on the bottom step
and you’d look at us with those eyes 
as you took off your apron 
and placed your hand on our faces one by one
your fingers 
stained with earth 
cooled our cheeks 
kissed where we hurt
—
I went to the ocean today and sat
at a point on the shore where you can see
the tip of the lighthouse that we’d walk to on Sundays
from the top
so high above the ground you
can’t tell if you’re looking at the sky or a pale
sea as if 
from such a distance the horizon concedes
its stance on binaries 
and undoes its ancient boundaries
heaven
am I far enough from you?
—
I pretend you still ask about me
Does he eat well?
What’s he reading? 
though you’d know
we meet in dreams now
you leave the light on
it’s almost morning
you’re waiting on the porch
humming something secular
beautiful
blue 
I walk up from the street 
to your chair and lay
my head upon your breasts 
worlds full and vast
while you weep 
and make me
yours
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we used to run through the house to find you turning the corners of every room opening the closet doors looking under beds all out of breath but there you’d be always in the quiet places we’d go to last out by the garden repotting an overgrown aloe vera mending one of your dresses on the bottom step and you’d look at us with those eyes as you took off your apron and placed your hand on our faces one by one your fingers stained with earth cooled our cheeks kissed where we hurt — I went to the ocean today and sat at a point on the shore where you can see the tip of the lighthouse that we’d walk to on Sundays from the top so high above the ground you can’t tell if you’re looking at the sky or a pale sea as if from such a distance the horizon concedes its stance on binaries and undoes its ancient boundaries heaven am I far enough from you? — I pretend you still ask about me Does he eat well? What’s he reading? though you’d know we meet in dreams now you leave the light on it’s almost morning you’re waiting on the porch humming something secular beautiful blue I walk up from the street to your chair and lay my head upon your breasts worlds full and vast while you weep and make me yours

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