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i sing air pulled from me as whisper and flood wellspring catastrophe collapse and sun welcome to the day's parade shining into empty places and catching on things exploding edges and strikes rising off lake of sleep in tin cup land of dreams and lowered feet reach and clutch for fleeting boards i stand and day is stretching before me misty with the sleep of nights ages done making rain from years and light from fractured lens and stops |
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| (z) |
and the wind of it's passing is like years to me closing doors that seal in the past the remembered whispers of magpies thoughtless they sigh cold under the susurration the murmurs gloam hiding in shadows and the wreckage of wind survives the wanderings of seasons form channels running down the slopes of time and memory's ghosts disturbed and stops |
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