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I tried to talk to you before
but it was busy and
the morning moved fast
and voices left to unorganized heat
in its vibrations and
all breaths evaporate up

there are eagles in my words now
I can not call them down to share

every steam goes to its sea and its
drops are lost to fish and life
but hope is that the world moves slow
and there are places to be stuck
for a while
for a little while