f..r..a..g..m..e..n..t..m..o..r..n..i..n..g
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lightning in the air
eel-silver, darting lick
the clear bright margin of
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& wake to motionless
hands playing on the white
worked edge of dream
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all frame of reference
thru merging angles
dawn light slant lacecurtained
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somewhere how alarm
dispense my reaching so to
put the button out
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abandon edges
river back one-all in flow
such calm delirium
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no told you i am not
the guilty you are look for
oh just walking here
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was on the news but
slaughter one men difference
dental records proved
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our sherpa asking
to be paid in miles instead
of silver, empire
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sightless landscape folds
ah sky & back again it
foyer opens brook
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the animals as leap
the silvered hoop of meaning
manes a cold flame streaming
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clean thru aspect into
headlong this illusion
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phonebell breakfast day
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