sing of eons and veils hidden in sleep I have forgotten of sun choked
hinterlands ribald music wanderings Wayward wings on serpents that try hard to creep lent motion shuddering or floundering for skyward shores Idle winds come wild facing against it more limited helpless
rememberer I'm sightless bore Yet the many soft
returnings mark the past days arbor burnt nocturnal bright
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