842
because
a world was this way misted
and
I shone to see
wrongs
and woes
by
all means
set
off
gave
it a rest
tomorrow
gone
here
now
because
this world was
wished
to be
and
only half a guess
expanded
and contracted
though
rarely so spelled out
gone
wrong
set
right
careering
like
fire off rails
with
bushflake's
chance
in snow
in
heaven the big picnic
all
blue because of up
all
green with grow about
all
of us collecting
sun
and moon
and
round me forested
things
tumbled to me here
and
then a penny dropped
because
a world was slowly then
and
easy does it now
so
turn
be
facing
leaves
fall into this world
dust
blows
in
orbit all around myself
because
a world
was
this way misted
and
I shone
to
see
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