in the happiest year of life

windpower was a song
burning a lot of power 

listening and leaning out

left of the right corner

off  the second floor

heard from none since

'cept for the closest

the only known dead

remembering
every everything

headfirst like a dream getting it right
the familiar angles

believing its real

perhaps  it was

it doesn't get better

it just gets deeper

further from the surface

a great life

we're not to lose
any of it

everything is everything

at the end
of an epoch

now for the world

jaws open
teeth grinning
baring it all

swallowing for free

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