I looked down the hill and
felt as if I was falling,
down the hill as if trees or
roots or the sweep of the wind
were pulling all things
down, and through, as if
up where I stood was now and
far down there was past
and soon enough, past
we would all be.
felt as if I was falling,
down the hill as if trees or
roots or the sweep of the wind
were pulling all things
down, and through, as if
up where I stood was now and
far down there was past
and soon enough, past
we would all be.
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