1179
25.iii.23
4.84
it
was a long road back
and it is
to trip the stream
test self against
through ache
through mind web
humid on the way we make
run ragged round
little bird with a funny hat
a cup our in the hand
and empty
tune resumed
these old familiar signs
eyes tight shut just here
to notice how well my breath
take another
the night tells on
dream or not
never remembering
guess again
vamp until the risk is gone
where we were
and where we are
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