Subject matter
I hold that whenever the wind blows for instance
if it goes the goes follow me to settle and perhaps
progress tomorrow
thus sometimes it may not matter the corner of the world
or how morning or afternoon or evening?,
I know it is sometimes glassy and bartering and unquit
stone?, well, what matters, matters most the soul
is gold never to waste like time like something?, what
thing is good for it now?.
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