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About Waiting for Things to Grow
To the point.
The size of it is really a storm
blanketing the surface of the earth.
Ideas hovered over things that can
hitherto melt as I climb and look.
Yet before the point
is settled over
the dark meltings things
and the seething rolling smoke
churns and collides.
Rain falls below it
and I look for something to show up.
The size of it is really a storm
blanketing the surface of the earth.
Ideas hovered over things that can
hitherto melt as I climb and look.
Yet before the point
is settled over
the dark meltings things
and the seething rolling smoke
churns and collides.
Rain falls below it
and I look for something to show up.
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About Waiting for Things to Grow
About Waiting for Things to Grow