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breathe here
inside a winter
green as flame
instant braced to rise
and always a question
it's the thing floating
some bird says it
can we be nameless too?
but there's a flimsy cast of knowledge
we are the giants of guess
all intending
sun from out
roll into a little ball
time is that silence
you hold to your ear
closer and closer
but nothing
out of reach
like the yellowing world
end of a tunnel
or you depart
a world crinkled to flame
it's always five minutes
past breakfast here
season is a beast some say
now fire's in a box to see
there may be more winters in you
every season between
fall through the cracks and come out
view of the sea and all
tendril twirl of reaching notes
to bless the question asked
here in truth
best breathe
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