in the green sound
surrounded i was, i ran.
no gold, chrome or mass
the wind found
me round and rang me
behind what i called the sun.
just volume i measured.
blew the verse
till it knew me
broke the line and
cradled a word.
nothing became a word,
nothing came of me.
i followed you.
tried to subtract the self
confess less
lure the technique
but i you
i. you.
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