1859
6.32
1.ii.25
far in the forest of was
rain makes
shelter
nor knowing who
when why
piles of
shoes are a holocaust
cannot for
long
to if one
word is all
ear to the
ground
once said
weather
they’re
stinkers whom we shall not name
snarl
taller than
we are
blue in the
north, nose high
light is a
sovereign remedy
all in the
echo after tucked
deep in the
dell of to do
we make so
much of the unknown
it’s as if
we’d all been there
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