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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.
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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In The Center
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