Perception
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There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
—Aldous Huxley
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All poetry is perception, huh?
And all perception poetry.
—Skyler Chowdy
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Poem: The Way We Love Something Small
Poem: The Chairs That No One Sits In
Poem: Please Call Me By My True Names
Poem: At the Un-National Monument along the Canadian Border
Poem: [i thank you God for most this amazing]
Poem: 44th Birthday Evening, at Harris’s
Poem: Sleeping Next to the Man on the Plane
Poem: Another Postponement of Destruction
Poem: In the Museum of Your Last Day
Poem: Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening
Poem: Dividend of the Social Opt Out
Poem: The Last Things I’ll Remember
Poem: In the space where there is nothing
Poem: you can take it with you