real
a far-off star
squinting and trailing
so chimes go
hanging and noising in mid thin air
is actually hollow itself whispering
what was once near
has not died
is merely transformed
that future point of light
given way off there
is it come to me from the shore
the way will heal its path
like down time before
hoping for one home
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knee tunes on Mon September 26, 2016 2:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.