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And these hands
uprooted - 3 fingers splintered
And these scragged needles
ripped through earth
And this field
captured by violet sound
And this tree
how was it placed to be looked at
And now midnight
And this parade has passed
And that star field
And these fingernails
eleven stars in every cuticle
And this grip
this sky molten solstice
And all these earth dreamers
wrapped around us
And all the long shadows
like me...
placed to be looked at
far from home