a composition in four movements weighs on medley, dusts down corrosion,
gnawing at you from below erasure, comes a shroud
(a sheet, between the three winds)
a flyer for flight
this is how red-eye deprives sight of sleep
you can see through the entire release and scramble,
scrabble indeterminately
for quarters in distant circles
pinned-up in the clearing is the itinerant streak
facing the allusive ideal of Timbuktu
you occupy traits like an arrow
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