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my little corner of the worldmind
a dell and in the underbrush
grim joys so surviving
to live up
to see the dark where we do
much less than any
I’m the leaflit tree
possum up to star
and all the seen to me
to mind
world just this no more
flesh of once living
now ordure rise
begin to believe am someone else
dressed up for the day
think on’t
be king
not kind
it all revolves
I spin
it’s a joke that isn’t funny
you wouldn’t understand
an insect thing I am to be
have been the smoke through the treetops
I will unfold
the music of a mystery
have to remind myself to be here
it was always and ever this way
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