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worried about rain
and the birds in spring
the ankle was sprained
and the meaning lost

worried about snow
and the crawling geckos
the breath was low
and the passion harmed

so posing
ear to the crooked vine
the weeping floor
and the creaking line
stealing roses
to stay behind
a grove
a grove
nearby

the disciples asked about her
asked if the stories could be
confirmed
and the legends given
a try

OKAY

I’ll wrap you up
watered and stone
searched on the silk threads
the last web
for you
and found dust
old old dust
Silvia and all
I stood
streetwide and wrapped you up

silhouettes and favors
what on earth did you
expect to come
next
last
the

same t
ra
in

what the guarantee gustin was
no word
happy to see you be

okay

okay