1045
and
under
cloud
tops the snow
tops
of the mountain
sun
shows
and
then some blue
lichen
let
fern
spread
everyone
breathes
and
darkening the rain comes
darker
till
under
the mountain
idea
of a king
with
a wheel to turn
little
ratchet steampunk
wheels
in wheels
to
bubble up the oil and gold
through
cheese and curds, whey
milk
flows through fault
and
circuitous odd plumettings
go
down in your socks
to
tickle night's middle
through
chocolate
to
the fire and cake
with
beer for Christmas too
follow
the line
go
dotty with
in
dreams we go there
under
the dream
the
heart is open there
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