good morning, all impashioned

there to form two harbored streaks, continue
and lead me out into the storms
who find no features to be faded off the lawn
and tell me straight
until i’m stronger
when you will admit no loss
and soldier on
a past into the future’s sun
will you
pass me and be gone
to find no sequence in stow
and land me prouder to the storm…
the calm
calms nothing
i say, it’s longer than creation
on and on
finding me fading
find me gone

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