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To tune the air. Two rods { count
them fingers } fork above.
A dance { leg
stutter } waits to be
picked from
the air:
a wreck of
a damp night. Honor
the air:
{ rope count }
exhale
{ exhale }
Count your loss { minutes ago }
{ train yourself to }
change the air { bloom }
a fold in the air
suspended in the
dissolve { dear life }
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