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6.270
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symmetric
a
reconfigure
first look
and then ask questions
upwardly
mobile the eye on a roll
what was
askew now jog on
a fine reflection
the
business of anywhere
slightly so
taken for
granted myself
you too
let sprawl
night
stumbles on with its miracle stars
till one –
and there’s our wisdom shone
let a tree
grow into the day
same in
the soil as up
so many
minutes to where we all were
a clock
disassembles time
off its
face
pet cloud
answers to
phone this
the
forested bird in its weather
a
truth-rise
sings
won’t you?
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