I once was an [angel]

            After the Apollo 11 footprints, 1969-
But that was yesterday and now we are so far we are 
so many million beats and the tempo is lightless and
we are all eyes. And what of trust where there’s dust is
there trust? I keep words in my mouth like eggs.
Where they start is the heart’s business you know this
I know. But which heart? There is the one there are
the many the matter there is is that are has no single
thing. How is a heart so near and so nowhere? At
which circle will hours be silent for us?


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