Cranes in the new white away in flocks,
the cords of time lost in the distance.
Vertebral columns and weak
doubt that the question-mark.
The arch thickens forehead creases,
image is lost, in thousands of seasons.
Music night put on a stellar-
Why us a time spread of bodies …
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