Every so often, I make
an instant, infinitely
making
in spite of myself,
a memorable circle
(etern-fully)
How lucky to laugh
in this most-fear;
have you
questioned the immense
advantage of the fool?
Somewhere, while
the thought-less
breath...
slow, hushed,
slenderly
the blossom,
(a metaphor
for duty)
opens air.
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