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5.3
3.i.24
slow movement
on perihelion day
sometimes in the stillness
tiding bereft
one listens to a world
pursued thus far
a waft of light
first whiff
and take our music from mere air
full flower
knowing
not a little whimsy
sometimes the weather
just comes in
know every elsewhere
day slipped under
out to shine
a duty to all bodies then
and hear a heart
your own
all doom aside
then listen
appallingly aware
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