Where to start how can that be
start as usual in the middle
this thought breaking cracking
in two wasn't it a moment ago
naked before fog birdbath still quiet
today frothy apricot
a strange mountain its own cloud
what drifted so easily into this
across the old trail its name
on everything imaginable
no me no you just plain us
no them no now just here
clearly undecorated
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