Mill

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Between hands and lips, lips and hands

There are fields

Brimming with yesterdays

Sprouting to hourglasses

Today goes on milling itself-

Seconds maturing into hours

The star hides her flour sack

In your hair

We buy the future in dozens

Of days, months, years, hands

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