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you are a wave

a rhythm in being empty

between the soil and the realm of shadows.

you have always been water.

out where the waves crash contempt on the land

eight feet up, something sways

a princess dressed in ice

glittery bright

story from nothing

Nine bean-rows

Quiet the dog, tether the pony

golden and silver light

The blue and the dim

The feathered glory

Sunday Electro.

sleep all the year in a dark box

every finger shall have its ring

red and gold the fluffy threads,

I want the heart made of wood in every shop

a dry fire coming apart in threads