1498
5.37
6.ii.24
all the seasons in a word
has travelled to be
with us
and a word goes
under too
it’s from somewhere
we have had a hunch
and sings before the
court of life
each to its own
gathers light
some are gigantic
and tackle the
cracks
a word is roar
material
flimsy on the tongue
translates
they’ll turn it over
with a stick
say other side is
best
though every word is
worlding
there are far stars
too
and some are said to
go
they are
tip of the tongue
and gone
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