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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