3.viii.22
940
3.213
idiosync
a scope of
works
uniqueness
admitting of no
degree
the everyday
path
ours
we each have
purview
invidious
a victim’s
triumph
house you live
in
dreamt not twice
this tree
and its
particular up
nor will a
darkness be known
recollection!
the further away
the more
precious
broke the mold
when
it’s every
organism for itself
whole worlds as
well
no one does this
for you
I do believe
it’s an art we’re at
more beautiful
than we ever knew
just to be where
we are
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