1714
5.282
9.x.24
prospective
for in early light
before the early bird
a worm’s way
this soil dreamt
blind turns
narrow alleys
our dark
deep wealth
of a sky soaked down
who’ll know
day in wait
as always
it’s to the least
say fate
the wheel of blue becoming over
this parting at first light
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