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26.vii.25
casting for a shadow somewhere
poem in the quick of go
for wise surprise
made a tune out of the day
words from light
take alphabet for infinite
draw time from the clock and spread it
wide of the mark
rhythm of hills
grass to sway
I was listening
to see where life has been in me
little skin tracks, unnervings
the prayer to for no one there
my nutshell miracle unbound
gift of a guess and gone
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