Tell us in plain words

the expense

of leaning
right or left
vying blue
modality
of ocean
correcting
the space
between spaces
of words and
green trees
that bring us
towers and stay
the clouds
stop the
little mountain
in tune or
time to
a natural
quotient saying
we are day
along the line
of roots
and see the
city different
as passage
to a singular
notion spun
with rad
ical di
gress as the
sun seems so
simple in its
radiant scumble
among us
children

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Words

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Marsh

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