recovery
densely populated underground
overground highways of my
wretched rigmarole
shattered and patched and rebuilt
so fragmented and so
so sorry
so sick of (so-so)
watch the autumn leak in like sub-zero honey
all around the reverberations of comings and goings
but here in this sweet cold dark spot
the stillness moves up beside me so slowly
I feel it without seeing it
I know it without knowledge
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