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Interlacing fields form the frame
Predictive algorithms construct the image
Where are you in it

There is only me,
The itinerant idiot
Toiling away at the heart

Far from reason
I let this become my image
Again

Endless apologies thread the signal
All this but for bad dreams
And emptiness

I burn this wicker effigy
The flicker of promise is summoned again
The season lives indefinitely
Alight among the trees,
The clouds,
The various animal brethren
Who bathe in the temporal warmth
Of yet another passing

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