Sweep. Sweep me
Brush my hearth
Swept floating
North south east
Carried
Care read
Books on the ocean
Cloth and passing on
Altar course
Swept sweeping
Tumbling in place for
This that
The other thing
Is not as great
Dee dee
Sweep me sweep me
Hear it comes
Sweetly singing
Lovely. Falling still
Securely swept away.
× David Van Drunen
He swept.
He is sweeping me with embrace.
Oceans of clean fire.
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