1665
5.204
23.vii.24
prisoners of the particular
it’s
in the stillness
won’t
recall which world
lead
the little life
bodies
in moment
are
we whom we thought?
it’s
not the wind tapping but
some
lines show through
safe
conduct
of
another age
here
I am
in
my own good time
you
can’t sing the same song twice
better
and worse as well
take
the creature view
each
word spell cast
that
is the grip of truth
they’ll
say
hinges
wide swung
hither
and yon
a
various heft
we
forget
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