this is the want of the aftermath

with placid noon at an aftermath
of plush decibels wanting the
crush of angelwings; this is the
want of the aftermath; this
grieves along    we stand by,

watch with the anxious telling
of just beforeyesterday    and
we stroke stone; this is the
want of the aftermath; this
punctuates just beyond    we

stand by, tell the clouds whose
air it is they aresupposed to
whisper    and we blunt stone;
this is the want of the after
math; this wanders off east

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