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Nothing will take seed from me
unless the daylight is a newborn hammer

it won't be
river is lightly rippled

dims a forest edge
to seaside corner

from bedcloud slide
to tiptoe

someone is waking up in their own mural
to find a family of bland mutes

around them that did not give birth
and would not walk toward death

with calm, but died talking
of things unworth remembering