Rewind the fabric
Peep at the burns
Ranges that were static
Between the flame turns
Dunce of a pinhead holding the lanterns
Anchor a moment while
In this new harbor
Nay, not for a smile
When lighted is the fire
Fool of a pinhead clinging in dire
Storm and the hail
Crushing green serenity
Sun of no avail
Cracked, seamed dignity
Dumb of a pinhead blinding reality
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