less larger than life

go gently

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chermaine
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If hands could free you, heart,
Where would you fly?

Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
If hands could set you free?

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Moments.
Snapshots of sudden illumination, rolling thoughts that trip and tumble before they congeal and form into structured thought.

A strummed semi-perfect chord on the guitar.