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dreamt up
effort
a world is
and sleep it must be
in the painting
a real place
will it make sense?
geometry's there
light and so shade
but do the usual laws apply?
more paint
such marks
so somewhere else
and else again
and one day this could be the sea
out of an egg say
wind undoes
and do again
tunefully at times
a crown of leaves
air thrown through
nest
bend
stretch
to it
a fire is built
and river runs
just making my way
is a signature
all the sky falls this far
in even the littlest poem
all of us are at it
with/without advice
some days it's hard
to see where the poison's from
you stumble upon
these things
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