blanks sky seldom living entity
re understood as now boethius
playing with stones in triple pass
motions flowing stop
as fins over sea strollers in sun
a tree is not a sentient arrow nor are
we clotted dreams strain
annihilation another movie or ferns
reviving after rain on oaks stalled
and leaving instances of dust
on covered tops slow I a hand
controls hair while still a woman moves
pens falling
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