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uncertain music
vamp
dig through a page at the end of the book
come out up in the air
find that you were here before
here in my head with the gone
as per dream
uncertain music from no one knows where
but we escape with
a voice for the first time heard
I follow the arrows just where they fall
a little mimic chorus under
picking up the pace
sky is a thing left in the weather
because, of course, having to be tilled
by crossings out or a simple vanish
there is some crawling across
some days the page spreads out for a sky
it’s shovels and mattocks and trowels for up
make of silence what you will
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