Of discoveries
the thrills
why they were large
and laughing:
they were
binding of the trees
the woods the rare
but quick non-restive
thunder at night
and
suddenly
the crack
the heavens explode
no harm is done
Bless!
the houses and the streets
and woods and lakes
and hills below
are all safe
and untouched
and all subconscious
dream
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