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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