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May 2020
I rise
With chimes
To array
This bit of
My world
Differently
Before
Settling
Back
In to receive
That which
Comes
Next
And next
And next,
When a bit
Just out
Of reach
Compels,
Shifting
My next
From what
Past me
Expected.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
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