Dead awhile I wake, a windmill rust bittered creak hunted/hunting interminable, bright spilled between cloud shred and dinosaur frond fingers wrack side to side half morning gone the air too thin for summer’s leaf bent sighing
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Dead awhile I wake, a windmill rust bittered creak hunted/hunting interminable, bright spilled between cloud shred and dinosaur frond fingers wrack side to side half morning gone the air too thin for summer’s leaf bent sighing