Drift

for A.M.

there's always one

who gets free

curious, dance-less

somnambulant

& never mind

who can be encouraged

in blue fields

that float

almost

like decades

of science fiction

drift

silent progeny

somehow

in the sum

of consistent sets

cumulative

hierarchy

arises

strangely

attracted

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