25.i.23
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4.25
pictures
of time
(only ever a draft)
beyond of
how we’ve come
and where we’ll go
such fun!
a parchment edge telling
world to fall off
in the passages read
here are the crimes done against all
we in our beyond make do
just when thought past, flower again
we are unnatural too
all of our nothing forever is here
every language is another bung
then sun with thunder far
let words fail where they are
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