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forgetting where I am 
that there is weather 
set off through woods of life 
through wall of self 
and tolling 
a churchworth
to disbelief 
see as far as the shadows throw 
I meant to lose my way
flower falls 
so stand it up 
patch sky with only seeing 
forgetting how I’ve come?
won’t that make me just a little chosen?
as if for an old excuse 
like someone on my side 
when really it’s the gauntlet 
down, run 
at every chance I must decide 
don’t single me out 
I love to breathe 
the winter mind fills up with snow 
now I’m here 
forget which way to go 
calm find 
in fast reflections 
face to trust-my own
in grace by the skin of it 
tops a lighter green
the needle dark 
through cloud 
comes the godbreak 
folk of other times press
by in their prime 
come from unnoticed tricks 
they’re with us today 
perhaps not on paper 
which world are we in for, wonder?
best when I forget my own name 
strange beast of another imagination 
lost to the feeling
down for the count 
seasons are coming 
open your eyes 
nested high 
wheels roll 
first by the breeze
then an engine
take off 
blow me down 
in the fumes 
here to be home 
is our world’s work
believe it or not 
you’re there 
 
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