rescue your exiled wonder
from
the
glass prism of opinion faces
and diode creations
and
look
with
it
on
the crazy reaching trees
and
the mad half parts of worms
and
see
the black belts we buckled Mother with
and
the
folding window walls we raised
to tease Her with us and us with Her
and
to
keep
Her warm soil hands off our ignored origins
so
we
might
pretend
to
be
more
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