by Mike Bagwell
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uning-fork-of-this-shallow-earth-struck-how-to-lie-awake-wit
h-the-constellations-how-to-swim-through-books-of-glass-yo
u-were-thinking-the-word-intertwined-instead-of-passed-away
-suppose-I-am-not-lost-is-the-way-through-and-the-beautiful-
thing-is-that-we-can-keep-taking-and-then-giving-back-mount
ains-are-things-that-we-can-take-but-giving-them-back-will-re
quire-more-of-ourselves-than-we-can-offer-
Mike Bagwell is a form of mutual antagonism towards the sky. His work appears in Poetry Northwest, Texas Review, Action Spectacle, ITERANT, Annulet, and others. He runs the Ghost Harmonics literary magazine and reading series in Philly. Find him at mikebagwell.me, @low_gh0st, or playing dragons with his daughters.