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When I have a sense of need
with willfullness and speed.
Where excitement and 
doves leads
give out good conscience
of foci taming winds.
It is best not to feel
constrained to lead
a measure chime.

Sky would make a sound
letting its aims 
sing Phoebe(1) lanes.
Bringing to self its change.

(1) The Poems of Hesiod
Translated with Introduction and Commentary
by R.M. Frazer
University of Oxford press.

Phoebe was a word of inspiration but I use the source as help.


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Phoebe Lanes