Super Georgic 1 The dream beg...

Super Georgic

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The dream begins here
again, onward a Good Day, where light
whittles up hands' gold

With the sun's impressive hold
& we drive down by means of plains
of heavy wheat, blooming

Movement rapid as the firmament
scatters thinning pairs of wedge tails,
white butterflies and monarchs

Like meteors polarising heavy
Half way to Lake Grace, where
r rivulets fan congealed

Through se prototype pyrography
we are silently overawed on their future,
stop for combustible matter and wait

& be stirred amongst cumulate
memories of grass
parrots' bright, temporary dilations

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