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be fell
a dozen grappling insects
work on small kingdoms
around their earth, arranging
her morning skirts into lichens—
breathing least with darkness
as she-moths among stars;
white seeds vanished in fire-light
I tenderly slept, heard nothing
but water; remembered thoughts—
the trees, perfect branches
birds by my bed; night pockets
took me – before something dark
floated between luminous
rose and river stone—
at times, they
— all so full of doom—
who had never thought:
Do better—
fell back.
work on small kingdoms
around their earth, arranging
her morning skirts into lichens—
breathing least with darkness
as she-moths among stars;
white seeds vanished in fire-light
I tenderly slept, heard nothing
but water; remembered thoughts—
the trees, perfect branches
birds by my bed; night pockets
took me – before something dark
floated between luminous
rose and river stone—
at times, they
— all so full of doom—
who had never thought:
Do better—
fell back.
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