Pull the string
On this thing or that thing Careful now, that spring string may not sing Intention & strength toward a world full of love That string's just the thing It will help land the dove Excellent choices may still go awry Spurious voices may try again; cry Axes in spaces, each one of us driving Fluxuous placements, thrive strive or surviving Bellwether harpies call mildly toward slumber Feels like there's nothing but over or under Sharpening stars lemon juice in a cut Harvest those scars, they'll serve you in a rut Ancients & unknowns; sweet air through the trees My love for this work makes me weak in the knees.
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