secretly posting here
where no one will think to find
run out of weather
the spontaneous overflow
(everlasting glory)
no one will know
we’re all escaping too
please plaintive
remembering
this is where I dreamt of sleep
must breathe
in the other mirror find me
a tribe inside
surely they would say if they did
find me
in the footnotes of the rain
let wisdom it’s distance
we come unnumbered now
green blaze yet rising
still to rise
where no one comes to read
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