.the white moss stairs in the midnight wood
make a favourite stoop for the black rabbits
and
we spill our seeds on the mica pavement.
so the mighty sequioa screams out branches
one hundred years from now.
they will save us from falling comets
we will hang our heads in shame
w.
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