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days
of blank sky
and knowledge of a leaf to fall
always short of destination
I want it to be now with me
to step into not knowing
lightly, as with the dance
freed feet find
just doing what they do
like the creek
when it's not run
when dry stone's forgotten
words have left me
for another phrase
thought's trained up
a vine to point
days of blank sky
and you scratch at them
to find a prize
and then the stars
come through
a cloud will
take to its horizon
so time will pour on
lovely!
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