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May 12
Guttural rumble
As tree rings move
So shifting Huorns call

Like bark rippling
In denim jeans

And yet odd
The feeling is
Of springtime through the windows felt

At last
Let me step into it with being
Firm as rocks refined by subtle streams

For you are birchwood and in beige
A beauty of Earth
An eternal sky

And moving less much
Like a tree
Will be the ever end of you and I

And so I move
In premeditated you
To find us

The mere sight
Of you
Makes such standard spirits fly
Yearnings Of The Earth And Sky
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