W I P

I don’t know. Maybe. inch inch inch.

Giant footfalls nearby. Gravity shifts. Miles lost.

Pitiful efforts achieve pain in hand.

Keep one in hand. Small measure.

(Better than two in the grave?)

Then more dreams of going, 

Dubious of venturing from the cool under this one leaf…

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