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slept beyond
slept
beyond a simple self
into the
thereof wilds
over the
hills of far
as high as
hum
as
strictly speaking
when the
tough got going
it was
slept on
I was
translated
why sit up
when a
world would roll?
and so
perturbed the heart’s rotation
fogged in
the glasses as I recall
and whom I
met the way along
as if it
were a soul
all those
whom I had been, would
new reels
it was the
upper lip shone
things
fell off
some flew
through
bit of
this bit of that
come to a
season of sunlit webs
took the
river run
slight
terrors
the track
slosh on
never a
shortage of weather
some
thought time their friend
what
violent passion was
all this
as may be
I wasn’t
here to make sense
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