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Saping village
on reaching Saping,
collapsed space
gently floating,
cold and moist,
in a spreading moment,
pines and intertwines
of old unripe earth lines
borne from stepping feet
going about doing
their business
Forever,
we be in motion, only in search for sightings of stillness,
only to know that one could not do with the other;
So then, we learn from rainbows how to grow
to keep still
when bound by droplets that move
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