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Descent
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Button This trembling distance
is walked on with quavering shoes
from the point of start, to the point of end,
like sound waves and fortune troves.
To keep a mighty eye
on the worries of others
bears the weight
of the already peeling barks of trees
before
even
the start of winter.
A step forward
begins the descent
of my chest
to be kept alive.
