grasping dawn
purple lightning,
a yawning sky
morning monochrome,
some kind of upside-jazz,
solar swivel to soaring desire,
imbalance in the face
of fallen walnuts, lime-green leaves
skipping on susurrus to leap,
lose these
lingering limbs

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