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i can feel these nerves burning

feel these nerves burning,
the tips of your memories receding
from hand:into thought:into breath: from lips and:gone..
returning:they find path to cage of lung:within tongue’s wall:to
hand; in grasp unclenched,
these, your seeds uprooted now,
lay dying on suture’d paper

to taste the tips of falling valleys
to wake this walk-n-wandering world

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