where
fallen angles now define true space
in
steady motion of my dull dead blood
the
quantity of which threatens to flood
beyond
proper confine without such grace
as is
expected in these times of mud
where
fallen angles now define true space
our
acts come under limits we can trace
out of
the silence through each heavy thud
of
closing vision as hope turns to dud
where
fallen angles now define true space
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