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because I made the time
every
day it’s there waiting
has
to be woken
the
story in the stone
the
voice from out the air
the
poem
must
be because I made an appointment
or
called upon some other cliché
draft
let like window ajar
a
door to foot
press
beyond the thought and thinking
it’s
as if a dream were daylit
comes
back
the
voice from out the air
the
story in the stone
neither
wish nor skies are summoned
yet
a life may point to this
because
I made the time
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