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come into words
well worn to fit
other land
other sky
other sea
as before
and here are words
just where we are
some fill your head
and some forget
they grow over us
things falling down
others billow
all far
merest words
to move the heart
like lightning
the sign before what’s said
the trees among their people
are a line of truth connecting
how
we are all here to be forgotten
must never lose sight of a purpose
here’s the wobble world
here’s my drift of day
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