Song

To whistle amazement one time into a forever wind.

And the light from the firmament pooled around us.

We lay our hands into it and rubbed it upon others, ones distant or gone

And chance assigned us a time, and our bodies grew

And we became aware, then our bodies grew tired, and our minds Were taken away.

Ye a certain number of of us have been ground but what's lost often remains forever.

Sometimes in the middle of October an April arises and we marvel at verdant bursting through the papery gold-colored then it snows and the day-star comes but all across the white page.

And you stand there, dusted in a brightness, moving alone.

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