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a touch of sky
you hear them all working
it’s in the glimpse
heart upward
a rhythm like the rest
of bleached bones as we are
great lung
a forest thereof flutter
tendril too
as green as having
tuned to the thing
lose a self to see
it is a lettered vault
motley for the tumble
throne of beard and quaff
I reach for the rounding fruit
the bird of whimsy before
the paws all supplication
home of stone upstairs
in the nature of
lick of polish too
just breath of it the voice sustains
stars far off for firing
moon pales on in phases
a sun’s just there to bright it all
for a touch of sky
all sing
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