travel a short month
in old shoes on the wains’ road,
lifting a moonbeam,
as verge @ wheelspoke,
wherever, from a margin,
to unedg’d darkness,
widens the breadth of
farewell, the sash & jamb-latch,
one song as measure
a day from another
uncertain hesitation
more than an unknown
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Always fond of dragons.
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