1633
5.172
20.vi.24
there was
always so much world
and
now there’s more
these
adventures in the actual
all
thing about
the
outer inner light
there’s
time for a weigh-me-down
eye
after these least
or
sometimes listen for the night
everything
is like a body
breeze
up in these limbs
it
comes from all directions
a
world
we
are on the face of it
shadow
flit
there’s
time remains
in
all this breath belonging
still
the other side of the year
way
of a track unwound
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