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Looking, lost,
and half-way found
I lie, and drift
in shapeless sound

I lie, I sleep
I lie, I wait
I ache, I lie
I sleep, I wait

A fledgling
still awaiting flight
spins out its voice
into the night

This rock, my bed,
is etched, embossed
This branch suspends
a veil of moss

The moss, it drips
with evening air-
The sea, its mist
has settled there

And still I lie
I lie, I wait
I ache, I lie
and still, I wait

Then darkness closes
down all thought
my dreams in thickets
deeply caught
my dreams in thickets
deeply caught

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