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at
the well
following
Anna Couani
rain all fallen
light beat us here
at the well
ask the way
cup hands
take the sky
every animal is with you
some have seen only the organs
some the shell without
and in the skin you are
gossip gathered
all animals till this
you are
in the salt sea to ashes
so far
a rumour
hands hold a world
guessed together
in the deeps
imagine
steps down through a spiral
to source
the bees louder then
look up from
into the eye
cup hands
take the sky
at the well
ask the way
a moon there too
swim in it
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