to shut down at last
this pleasure
grow around
this
other
opening some
little bit
sufficient
formal like a wave
it
grips
& bites
see the fighting
stallions!
some dappled
dark &
lost
here! we
may be
dark and
lost
an outsideness
some map of what it isn’t
unfigurable a heap of stones
a heap of
words
and ?
out
of it
a
world whatever
comes
to be just
let’s open all our hearts
wound unhealed or held
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