Wonders can't eat their thoughts 
Just add images and you're not at all there
Floundering across glances I see seedlings
On darkness, on dankness, on socialites

Dance chances lean again the wall
Out of order
Waits carry slates and enough chalk
To draw the future I might have walked

Wist, full pell-mell, curly eyeshot
Lent an ear with only a faint expectation
That a presence will become a process

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