as quick triumphs
'feel the moment slip away'
there are things
like the wind blowing
n the snow not falling...
seem like mysteries
are told told told
ice freezes round the grass
roots grow deep
worms process
feet cross the bridge
n on n on n on
quick now
stick your hands
in the shit
n stir it up
it'll grow n feed
trust
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