Rootless Hands
- 5 days ago
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the rootless hands
whilst the stars sink into
distance beneath
the silence of coiling
spirals lingers
that moon reach
to put out
what was left of intent
still slumps
shrunk
bossed by doubt
evens the offending seat
won't bolt from risks
by salt sail grass
rootless hand's
the thoughtless feet
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