my guard, I leap to thee, and situationally various
are branches to be brushed while feathery seas
lift and fall,
be all that I can carry, for the voyage
has been tall, and mercy shed with skin
deforms by way of saddened light,
as kismet's updraft safely seeds
the wall of overtaxing
breaking brackets and incising bread in threes
I live for seeing what a leeway might have cost
against the line of code that will have sequenced me
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