Like Moths

& Let um light (pointing)

& Let the shadow belly of weather
conflate there /many oaths

long still forth we berate the edges of uncertainty

halved to stair up his banister will

The empire of arrangements Fill hymn

The livings things put their shelves together
Like moths

Didn’t stint

Any house has ramps up
Lumps
Bones inside &
Failsafe
Lettered around the mouth
of you my LORD

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