Unbeknownst to Her I am starting to understand this patchwork river whose Petals are haunted by my favorite red butterflies Oft reincarnated in the pencil tracings of a pirate’s bounty In the lavish forgiveness of a fall that is harvest inspired And that draws us to galaxies unfamiliar with remote controls Where the future is…

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