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What'd made sense earlier
gradually became clear
You were a nostrum on the saints
making less peculiar sounds again
The air rose willingly internal signs
marked the air around you less blue
but sensed the day's richness
in its possibilities later realized
nor in doubt lessened by trial
and the consequent purity
It's here in the sending out
you call the air against you
holding tight into morning
like a due, like a famous arc