wakings

no smooth requirements
step rocks, or words
during pressure within twilight
or rain, the fine moon
into the winter
or as vagabonds untied
where weeks wander
tapes of memory
in the ignition
in lines of information
wake up in the morning
that is not a conclusion
to heavy nights
a dove sprinkles
other movements of birds

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