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river run

& if I wake to find myself facsimile 

stumbling between dark 

painted roots

hustled against the ground a green 

beleaguered fall

dancing amongst the webs of everlasting done

would my mother be proud

& if I wake taciturn 

humbling at mass & ark

unmovable a glossy footless boot

rustled away from the boy seen 

eager to be washed in it all

slipping amongst the rapids truncated from the run

would my mother be allowed

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