Sunday, June 9, 2019

9 june

the kind to look for is the score without a total the task unfilled unwlled and stretched -- we catch ourselves and can't remember which part to keep which road too steep  and all the steps to fall down to call out as if for relief as if so much grief can be packed away and led astray like automatic gardens blooming out of turn -- learn and tell us all about it -- catch and point and turn -- meadow on a mountain and no more sky left to burn -- 

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