i gather

…i gather up into

the any folds of my brain

-the winged

tidbits

of why;

the elite shells of

because

all of it

as if,seeds

scattered across pavement.

-now(

in the palm of

my hand

i carry them)

and will-

until i find

the edge of

peopled places

where( with all

the might i may

conceive(

i will hurl them

into the

wind…

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