1061
joy of was
for a book of flimsy reasons
gone to the foretelling
when once before winter got in
it was all down to luck
make a page of rolled up scraps
that was a life
to say we were
and slept into each other's arms
far from
always far
trust and wind up here
(set out the jagged automaton course)
a bitter fall is always to earth
then I'm the shell gone into
hiding in the words again
and hammock up the text
picture all in simple choices
know that was no world
is it just to be here
always choosing a side
[?]
(cage the mark of question)
I check for your heart
and see I'm not there
look for our days
and we're gone
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