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nesting
how life comes to it
past dark of woods
middling along
and find yourself
twig, needle, moss, fern
bed roof and bury － a chain
a ribbon of rain
like a stave sung dark
the ones who were
we must all mourn
now nested in the ground
spectacular beauty
the bones reveal
and each of us
a mountain
dwell on that, you gods
angels, saints long gone
we were the ones to breathe
took steps, lay down
dreamt everything up
hear falls from far
life larger than all
revenge a place is done with us
our best to wreck and still
call the sun to witness
what mortal yet remains
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