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Angel with a trident is a snapped finger
How else could wounds heal without my knowing than subtly?
When I didn't need love and I was the love
From whence this whisper blew by
Constant miracles, mendings
Hanging up hasn't given up
Stuck complexly stricken
With doubt and dire needs
A lamb arching over a quaint wooden fence
Meadow stretches out forever
Elongating this day
Zooming out to one
Zooming into nothing
Curving back into myself

Who floats in my garden?
Me talking is an ocean fish
Dynamism and modulation bump into a wall and say
"The void seems to be quite a lot"

Ready to burn
Thought adjuster
Flame a supersonic road
Divinе alchemy
Muscle memory building
Gratitudе
For mornings it seems another window unshattered
Curving back into myself
Curving back into my—