I am the nor'west air nosing among the pines. I am the water-race and the rust on railway lines. I am the mileage recorded on the yellow signals. I am dust, I am distance, I am lupins along the beach. I am the sums the sole-charge teaches teach I am cows called to milking and the magpie's screech. I am nine o'clock in the mrng when the office is clean. I am the slap of the belting and the smell of machine I am the place in the park where the lovers were seen. I am reccurent music the children hear I am level noises in the remembering ear I am the sawmill and the passionate second gear. I,Time, am all these yet these exist. Among my mountanious fabrics like a mist, so do they measur
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