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mon
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oh it is a sad affair
one morning i was dreaming when
by the green edge of the field
i tied a string of braided grass
to a fence post fallen
to the dry locks of my hair
i tied the leaves
around the slivers
under and over the warped beam
i tried to make a knot
so fine i pulled it
snug and wound it tight
i tried
i tied but
i couldn't keep it strong
undone by the wind beguiling
the grass
with my teeth and toes
i clawed
eyes fastened to hold on
but swiftly
too quickly
the fibres frayed and the rope
from my hand it was flung
taken
unmistakably broken
gone to where all the lost things go
and so was i
lifted up
carried over
thrown into a far off sky
a shadow wild
a summer rain
for a season i was
a satelite
caught in the haze
a stardust storm
blinking light in the dark air
i fell into a midnight eye
my name given
unidentified
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040111
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