in throwing out the vernacular
I have thrown out all the words in my grasp
like peace and justice
where
the sun only knows how to spin and dance
shouting noisily like a fire crackling
until the day it will be fair for all
night shall fall beneath the canopy
as thin and gentle
as soft and unyielding
as she did ever fall
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