1619
5.158
6.vi.24
the joy of
where we are
in
orchard mist as instance
an
everywhere vanish
to
be just now
pocket
from
at
full length
a
special delivery
muster
passed
for
the hurtling
tuneful,
lit
how
many ways?
there’s
always a tether end perish
for
now
come
light
bear
off the dreamspoils
make
truth out of reality
always
a dirty job
in
all this midst I gather
believe!
it
may be so
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