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collecting myself
for the dream diary
to wake up far
forgetting all
mirrors to swim
think of day risen
at the bird’s unfurl
clocks recommenced
all paws towards
with laughter light
to otherworld it
where we are
because it could be
any rock
I, the barbarian
conqueror
deep deep in the
winter of socks
give welcome to the
unbidden
and being human
must
make every difference
mine
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