designed without a time, flapping
as you were made, in the wind
Still wonderer, your parkbench
at the top of the hill your pillow
of a backpack your daydreams gazing up
Blind sultan, deal out justice
by clairvoyance palms outstretched
in the plaza before witnesses, gracious
Crumbling gate, give way to what pushes you!
The water will not be held back.
It goes around.
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