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[stumpfairy]

i hold you so alone
in the middle north beach lights
this is a column of images
so driven through the core
symmetrical, i spin like the native wooden tops
in a low whistling dream
of these recent memories.

is this too precise for you?
when had we been here before
at the end of something you want
i will not relinquish
in this motion spun a hand so careful
so fine the subtle balance

there is one second to the point of this
your words spill from your shoulders
twist and whir around you
as the game of the wooden top
the longest rotation, concise and pacing
the grooves of this italian block