Dawn, and I should
be cleaning up Yeats
in this spreading
light embracing
yet unwithered
beloved landscape,
finish Baile and Allinn
transplanted
on a meager soil,
but I have
not the mental strength,
the mind has its threads
all unravelled
across the hours
of the night.
06.08.2026
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