It is holes
Not more blocks
We’ll need
Shift shapes
Proper
Mutilated
Returns Quiet
Lingers unseeing
Leaves
What’s that? An owl
In a
Wasp’s nest
Rustles Quiet
That Patchen
Leaves
What crises
Have you
To Speak
Borrowing
Various
Forms
How you
When Sleeping hold
Your hands
Excess then Lack
Caring
Resound
When you
Are sleeping hands
Holding
Forming
Different
Memory
One Mind speaks
Of forgetting
One
Sounding
Rustle Year Month,
space, Time
Arbitrary
Falls size with
That
Rustle Sounding
Oblique
Night Day
Figured
Your form beside
One more
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