Invention 3
track
for me the winds
gather me
the day
open up
the storm when it
threatens the sea
on the land
bind me
the course of
the reed all
of it sewn
oh
I bent the course of the reed
oh
I sent the furrows as
complaint
near
the twigs were bent together
the rain spent
the twigs
scraped the dirt
bent
the tree
hope I say
makes hills
bent from
the
coarsest stay
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