6.iii.22
792
3.65
the
problem of the map is treasure
possibly for ghost
writing
edges encouraged
posts nether
so much snouted ground
floody plank of a bridge euphemized
everything telltale
come to this vantage
cows slowed here to the rhythm of fences
keep the clouds
try breezes
a far green is the river
lines fast as the mind may flow
call it the valley view
not until walking out the light
does the crooked map shrink
by dragon fly web
as far as I know just the once
which is actually how it all is
for the lost of dusk
one day must wash away
all do
it could be the palm of your hand
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