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7.129
10.v.26
night
night
of bright stars
and
tall winds
of
the fallen leaf
and
its fellows
tree
stood still
ebriable
night
of
a long loud snore
night
of the cows
respecting
a fence
night
of the wallaby where
of
clouds unseen
none
fly this night
night
of the half dream
night
lost to the one big idea
night
of the ancestors
gathered
about
here
just to guess
who
I am
chill
will
words have led the way?
turn
one over
and
what do you see?
there’s
no piano prepared for this
my
floruit just here
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