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amongst the ferns
we wicker and scare
yearning for the little finger
chance
to pay us mind
our due
but overdue is our submission to grace
of abundance
our invitation to
everlasting
the times of coming dawns
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See Allgravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
who is death? no enemy of time, only consequence a neutral effect of life life affected by the nature of its being i question death as only life i know for certain only where i am only passage. to tri