Crickle sticks are so very rare...
This stick bridged the gap
between the world of forward and back
This stick curled around the sore
and created a newfound shaded strong-stone floor
This stick circled the sunshine
and drank thirstily from the warm wishing well in the middle
This stick straightened out and with no anchor as yet
stretched its fingers to the beginning of the next
This stick mourns the dark from the back then
and touches gently the "what's over rock"
as it waits patiently for the next forever
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