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6.293
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to fill the blank
for
wise surprise
to vast it
take on
the great between
take time
with me
excuse a
self just to be
here we
paint the weather
there,
take off our heads
I begin
with nothing
or that’s
a trick of light
all upward
of the eye
a parrot
drops its message
we have
heard this before
page is a
hill and climb
was always
where I was headed
you’ve got
to be a little breathless
have to
exercise a fear
limber in
draw own
conclusions
be the
breeze and wing it
go for the
long rhyme
wear a
helmet for the tough patch
things fly
into me
I tread
the path my treading’s made
dive
draw up a
well’s worth
old socks
and coins, the verdigris
there’s a
moon held in view
credible
as cash
the canvas
of value to be assigned
the
floating worth this that, the other
own cloud
where else
is there to be?
to stare
out this our sky
sometimes
make a run for it
if the
coast is clear
take it as
a dare
all
hindrance let
this was
always where I was headed
call it my
bounden duty
fill up
what space there is
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