490
trill of up
sunbegun
and in the highest
always passing beyond which
conducted
as from the centre still
a nod with breeze each
were we sent?
can we be read
who were not written?
as buds begin
so setting off
each track is its own company
of pilgrims, say
we're nothing lost but tender
who'd say sin?
a tendril touch
we're blind to find
a way
here's Curly's cue
and dizzy with it
tented in the trill
all up with
towards
beyond
so sunbegun
so rain came home
so worldly this
passing beyond
the written script
this is the process you see
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