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In the center
with spokes that sigh.
Out of the circles
of morning noon and night.
When I looked
outside the mountainous
emanate of which my
hearts vascular implores rhythms.
Is as weather that uprose in the center.
Is as a friend that draws nigh.
A time to meander?
A time to uncare?
There perhaps out of smooth aligned
is a gracious ghost
and early art of mine.
Which this rapturous wind
change of mind give
this center its comprise.

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