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Whistle likes to keep
When Whistle walks Whistle rolls
Whistle and Clic and Whisper and Thaw often went together
It never occurred as them to separate because there was no such thing
When Whistle walks Whistle blows
And scatters, with muchness the same as Crack and Sigh
There are still membranes in the world like the scale on the back of the fish that stands as water and as skin
There is still the bark as host and as frontier
But how Whistle walks Whistle is
With muchness alike in mountain and rain
There is still time in rock and wheat the same
But going is gone and living is through
In children, Whistle and Clic and Whisper and Thaw grew curious and lively
Click if sharp and quick
Thaw as pressing and Whisper with mellow
All them walking had much much hair
With much much hair between them
And toes to count again and once more
They learned all in time and without
The games as played ongoing,
To remember when was different, before.
All in them played games of borrow
And Whistle anew, played theday and themorrow.
Hands full and hands few as Whistle laugh as Whisper grew.
But questions Whistle whang
To know what known was endless
“Am I lost yet?” Jokes the Jhistle
“Not so far” answers the hand
“Not so far” wavers the choir, the whorld whell known not knowing tame
Still Whistle mused as Whistle pleased
“When am I? What am I?”
Winding up and winding down
As if ten toes off the ground
Would a Whistle make an “I”
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