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⠀ Methought the earth

remembered me, she

took me back so tenderly, arranging

her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds. I slept

as ne’r ere, a stone

towards the riverbed, nought

’twixt me and the white fire of the stars

yet mine thoughts, and they floated

light as moths among the branches

of the perfect trees. All night

’tis said the bawbling kingdoms breathing

around me, the insects, and the birds whom doth their work ’i the darkness. All night

i rose and fell, as ’i water, grappling

with a luminous doom. By morrow

i had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better