kind of a wonderful world
when the sun fills the sky and the space
where you sleep
is the place where you live
before the fog rolls over my body
a Bear's yawn breaks the sounding
air with a dime of a turn
dropped in the well
left before the charm of a child
anticipation is rendered wrong
and my belly presses against the pillow
hiding from the frown of
a morning gesture
what's gone is gone
under the tail of one leg
and sent out far to the wind
my brightest moment
a road obliterated
what a groach
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