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  • Gary Hunter

On my Thirty-Thousandth Birthday - May 1, 2021


will be as

it’s always been

the daily opening

of sleep’s dark womb

light will bend in certain ways

to escape the coma of night

and I will be birthed yet

another beginning

an ancient soul

grateful for

one more


at life

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