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let golden
for the Gore Cove Track
Series
there is always a bounce to the light
you could trip in it
take up branches
we set the forest on the sea
take a tide to it
and in loud parrot tops too
all eyes
so much to climb
the point above the island
I don’t know what it’s called
let golden
a halo blurring penultimacy
this is that far for which they have dug
a gathering of shadows so
as if we were the last set ever
as if this were our day for good
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