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the one who finds leaf within
leaf would be the hero
here    a fire of flowers glows
at the end of field    who could find
what it loves in the tongues
descending    what it keeps secret
what is in code    speak to
us    a slurring river slashes the dark
in half    blue breaks out
who understand self of leaf who
finds in field a
field after dark    discovers in
iridescence the grass    who
would find within moon
whiteness over all things    already
light    fall to the knees and not know why