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all
this not a poem
worldsworth everywhere else
day off on its own bat
neither reason
sort of shorthand still
for what you might imagine
the ringing in my head too
all the to-do
not a poem though
depths and heights of things
themselves
out on a limb
far in
adman jingle smithing yet
all the not singing
tears unwept
great vistas
a passage of time
before poem, after
don’t take down the webs
webs catch flies
sometimes think
just the weather can make
you dizzy
if there were one more line …
not a poem though
cloud may glow
how does it seem from where
you’re standing now?
how does it look to you?
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