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following the line
into segments. The cause falters. If I confront

the-world-as-it-is proper / and fall prey
not to hopelessness, but discipline.

/ /

Thus would the sparrow
rise and fall, harvested

by talon / pushed
aloft

not by truth, beauty or wind-sheer calculated. & only
by the barest effort of wing.

/ /

To know what you are is terrible

power in reserve.