the deep questions
steeped in sleep suggestions
whether my eyes are closed
predisposed to disagreement
a fee spent on indignation
nations disunited by goals
unfolding and unfounding
the promises we have in mind
undefined extensions
call and let me now
i think i meant to - even if -
as the wheel turns sun the sky
moon to rise and rivers fly
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