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World wheelStill I remember hunch and dimness.
Now spine is straight,
but inside go on ancient walk.
Lives was over,
Once more world as ash fall off.
I was as treeAmong my heartsilence I was a tree.
Branch range as the whirlwind,
treetop bend to the skyline,
residence present as flying bird.
On my hillsides fussy commonness
and in snout-den sit an eremite,
throng what under dome of the sky
is dream for dragon who falled asleep.
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