Angels and Seasons
Outstretched nights
I wonder how it is to be a tree
languishing over fern
subtle softness all supplicant
As I lounge over all these spirits
all mossy fields
to be a swooping bird,
migrating over wine fields
Drink the seasons
from winter to winter thyme
I wonder why I am me
like a dog chasing his tail
under emerald moon
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