1863
6.36
5.ii.25
no sky higher than ours
for the field guide
others have
done delving but
we have the
vast eternities
someone laid
all these bricks
it’s not the
one remembered
it’s not the
one you think
far above the
weather
where the
world thins out
no bird flew
all pixels
and swivel scone
wool down
over
the words of
prayer caught
words run
world around
a tinkle on
the top keys
all this over
our heads
no ache
compares with up
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