1323
16.viii.23
4.229
cadenza
thing verbatim
bone frail
an empire
crumble to
here as with
wonder kept
combustible
as with the
radio
lost to gossip
broken through
great chords
just finding
the place
a life’s work
leaf way
our
processional cloud
of crossings
and crossings
out
everyone dies
but here we still
are
this thought
and a next
one loss
before
tear still to
fall
this thicket
a stretch and
far
and of for
instance stars
here’s mine!
I stand for
the sunshine here
these are
signatures of time
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