1629
5.168
16.vi.24
a fossick
among the left lines
you
may decide when where
still
swim
is
some any body
sun
frozen and the mountains shrunk
there’s
nowhere to be from at all
between
doing and being and not
parts
of the day assemble me
so
much we are
I
am
to
overcome
this
that all the story
the
river runs
sea
yet a thousand li
it’s
every moment made
probably
just such a voice
the
grammar goes on without a word
the
more you look
the
less you see
nothing
fits the eye
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