witness the sun making an arc
over the sky's blue square
above my crown a whisper came from Canada
rings my soul with history
a friend called before i woke
the belly of my eyes rolled side to side
fingers reached forward
and if left alone
i'll agree with my skin
give thought to Mr. Englehart
and respect the observance of today's breath
compelled to practice in a half hour for an hour
and then change my shoes
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