It won't do matter of a fact to say
world bulks between us and the sun
(joke me a spider) while spinning a new day.A river of unconsciousness must run
the gamut of a gaggle's sway
to bring me brimming morning.You grain me facts and grind them into bread;
and there is thanks for all you've said and done -
but yet, to thread these corridors of doors, I treadby dreads and hopes, and feel I've but begun
to learn how gardens of the dark deep-bed-
down edge of morning.
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