So much sky—
I find the rivers have found
a way to shift the high

a little soak of aching sun
but it was more than mote & fun
where did you run?
did you follow the sun?

I found myself within
the collapsed sky
a little breath
a little high
a little broken
a little
why

so down it goes
and on and on
ward the foes
everything—
a tale of woes

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