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34 In a morning before
the wake of day
not a noise was heard
beyond the places
the memory remains
as not yet fully
In a morning in which
we fully understood
lost about
and walk around
In a morning
of silence
before a day
of many things
our memory remains
as wanting to question
and such words come
not fully
due to the morning
certain ways
all are circles of waiting
for it to begin
moving to come
to a form of day
now your here
and back again
when days before were just hours
far between
now that new time is here
and back again
and I begin to wonder
what difference
could every movement
possibly create
these hours move slowly
before the day begins
moving to
another place
far from knowing
of that step before that big move
far from knowing
of every circumstance that creates
coming to something
then waiting
and you know what's so
in such a place
after a while
you know it all
when the day
begins to form
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