1486
5.25
25.i.24
what midst?
the great heat
to dizzy in a cloud
glow
being already faroff
I myself a puddle then
if move at all
come ants to tell
the heat come hard
breeze bright
drip with
bathed in self
stick with too
eyes salt to sting
a cling of clothes
discard
make like marble
think cool
come bats
dusk flit
day’s wished away
come storm
and gently
come night
to the well of stars
a tide lap
to a body of water
come
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