Think not
It is not time to philosophize
And wonder at the mute beauty
Of the sunrise
Waiting for the ray of light
To show the way to annodise
The webbing of the footlocker
Kept abated by a stormy petrel
That swoops alone on desert highway
A long time preference
Of longing not bare
But open for the swelt
Of instant free bairn
Who sees nothing in the womb
Before birth of a time
When there is no bound
To the weeping on mime
And sorrow.
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