I do not write to be seen.
I write to be used.
I am not the fire.
I am the bone it burns through.

But before the flame, there was the silence—
a clearing, a listening, a breath.

What rises is not mine.
It is what was meant to arrive.
And I am only the hollow where it lands.

I do not write to be seen.
I write to be used.
I am not the fire.
I am the bone it burns through.

But before the flame, there was the silence—
a clearing, a listening, a breath.

What rises is not mine.
It is what was meant to arrive.
And I am only the hollow where it lands.

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The Other Half of Night

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I Belong to the Sky

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To Those Who Wonder and Wander

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Recognition

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The Ocean Above Us

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Received

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The Opening

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Passenger

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The Trees Held Both Without Argument

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I Told Him

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A Marriage of Three

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I Thought Happiness Was a Destination

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The Things That Wake Us

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The Things That Alter the Atmosphere

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On the Nights I Cannot Find Her

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The Skies Never Disappoint Me

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Unfinished

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The Familiar Storm

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Where Nothing is Required

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I do not write to be seen.I write to be used.I am not the fire.I am the bone it burns through.

But before the flame, there was the silence—a clearing, a listening, a breath.

What rises is not mine.It is what was meant to arrive.And I am only the hollow where it lands.

I do not write to be seen.I write to be used.I am not the fire.I am the bone it burns through.

But before the flame, there was the silence—a clearing, a listening, a breath.

What rises is not mine.It is what was meant to arrive.And I am only the hollow where it lands.

I do not write to be seen.
I write to be used.
I am not the fire.
I am the bone it burns through.

But before the flame, there was the silence—
a clearing, a listening, a breath.

What rises is not mine.
It is what was meant to arrive.
And I am only the hollow where it lands.

I do not write to be seen.
I write to be used.
I am not the fire.
I am the bone it burns through.

But before the flame, there was the silence—
a clearing, a listening, a breath.

What rises is not mine.
It is what was meant to arrive.
And I am only the hollow where it lands.