With limbs and
Arms a
Slight
And heavy heart
The years have dug to build me
Hands, nerves
Prints
Eyes, knees, nails
Ears
For midnight singers
From the natural world to riot in cave black heat under stars
Charles, Richard, Daivd
I can't imagine anything worse that certainty
Sundays are for the insects and water in the universe
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