To be as space
to visit home
glorious globe
this home
to be moving
closer smaller
Country state
county street
to becoming bigger
looming larger
too big to swallow
to love
Too, our kind calls
to the slow heaven
of every
where
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I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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