806
hail
over
us 
heaven
cloud
for itself 
now
no one's conducting
under
the
all to scratch 
laid
still 
worm
on the way 
and
ant along 
rise
of the bodies in dreamlight 
*
someone
has a question to ask 
sometimes
you make yourself a problem 
just
so you'll have to solve 
kookaburra
catch 
my
lie is a listening truth 
of
someone's story told 
*
page
gone from the dictionary 
there's
the world torn out 
yet
loved here
we
rely on weather 
in
mysteries we wonder 
and
exercise a doubt 
*
haunt
a home after 
with
all that you've done 
so
soon so soon we're gone 
and
I will always be here 
deep
in your forgetting 
*
world
good for another few billion 
hail
every such confusion as self 
*
and
starring night 
this
distance 
which
is time 
and
where we are 
*
all
hail 
this
over-us heaven 
no
one's conducting
let's
jam 
 
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