falling to
sound thinking small rain
atop your
large frons,
soaking somesun
hidden, prior today.
I feel weak,
am I doing wrong?
Wakeup, newmoth
fell asleep sometime in the belly of last year
but
now theres hints
of that coolwind, coming back clear
early morning a moth lay above my head
the sharp light chilled me
for a first time,.
old Thrower, the Coyot's dead.
I should wait before my cards again,
give time to the season,
let
the new world ring effect,
let the new world take its steps.
(dadf#ga)
"i think this would fit into wraparound chronology but not overly nicely, atleast currently. its a bridgegap, there is more to be said and more sound."
more,, as in, , encouraging myself to more thoroughly build this world of my own.
there is so much to be spoken. it pains me.
to build almost a database, or lists and webs of information and story.
its on the tip of my mind and it will come. I will bring this music and world derived of poem and sound into fruition for you i love you.
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