because query
envelopes may
not one recall
icy times
of crunchy
nematodes push
ing side
ways words we
listen
to words in
nature thus
a warning
of tunes
and closing
integrity what
can we do
with language
called
human in the
dust fields
of spending
and no
politics
worthy of
fire the grand
trees we
thought to
invent sputtered
bracken to the
winds and
you know
how children cry
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