the space
between the stars
a heavy salted song
of one chord night
seem now again
no more
than your eye's iris
a handful of words
on the way to the dawn
my wonted
half a chance..
fingers crossed
as the wind
is blowing hard
(wild night wind's
as rough as
this waking)
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