Clear conditions

By Dylan Everett

Clear places and anti shadows,
Moves of things called Grace,
The movement of conditions,
The naming of them too.
People standing long to the wind,
Emotionally bound to its song of time,
There are no flaws in a clear shadow,
In the hunt to name broken minds,
One only uncovers conditions,
Within and without,
Clear places,
Anti shadows.

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