not one more moment, not ever
but may you be full and honest
in all your fillings and love
may you in all things whatever
for one cannot countenance now
(so foul a day anyway but love
such stray as though we would
to the riverbank or something
as we walked, look the shake of
tiny little petals
we look upon them
we marvel, oh
look now, one of us at least
look, for all of our shakes
in even effect
.
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