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Untitled #4

Part of a Song for the Equinox (from shore to shore)

How much longer now

til the sun comes out

Escapes from in the clouds

Without a sound

All my life I’ve been there,

I wish that I could see

But everything forgotten

is all that you could be

And I wonder if

we will ever be

as stolen as the birds

singing in the trees

My own blue sky

hopes to see the world

So like an ocean’s wave

I curl, I curl, I curl