The universe takes and unfoldswith fragmented edges
Sheetings of made beds,
Little energetic shapes paralelled to the tickings of a clock
varicose is running out and through
only redistribution is the great cause for this
I need a kiss, or a lick
from a cosmic interposition
Stars like blinks that deliver,
Let me drift and be a river.
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