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before all this our
wilderness
ways lost
dreamt to forget
the careful paws of night survived
the firstliness of birds
born to the thin air chase
cloth biplane wings of the skeleton shown
insect golden in the glint
dip turn and gone
here’s who how thus
a gong of bright
round as the day’s to grow
call all wonderment
first watch
as a dog shakes pond
so sleep
my curl of claws
lost love
we never went back
we went on
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