.your disquieting dawns. I ask nothing of dawns.
I have imagined your dawns from all angles.
And all angles veil the wisest silence.
return to the ground. first doves unbound.
nakedness.
prepare the wind.
bittersweet tongues and intersections of ours.
weeping at the fountains were moons agree. passionately.
texts of unrooted oblivion rise at confused times.
I refuse to forget you.
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