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it's always 9:15 or so
the world moves very slow
in overwhelming grace
the warmth of mercy that encircles you
dries innards on the docks
and waiting fells a net above the sea
to ride the air to you

nowadays are near to fire
nothing's sudden, sidewalks
the play of sunlight on girders
slow movement of birds in the heat
the bridge that unites us with a cast of brass flowers

sun-years of memory release
storms of errand vine
from an engine's rot

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