20.ii.22
778
3.51
into the bright and not
far
my will be
seesaw
the bladey grass
the whiskey grass
the wind all through paspalum
into the bright
and day wore down
puppy following for treat
skin infinite
the dance gone
my life a mirrored hall
moss and lichen rise
just a dream where we meet
this other world
and someone says
once I had a head
everything known recedes
to the after world
the outer inner
next and last
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