also tacit is the greenery in thought
this respiration of indulgence
the appointed hour
you finish my surface to reveal
its glow merely another depth
seen from projection
when the stream is quiet
we can see ourselves
and when we see we might be listening
a form of justice is in hibernation
yet the gratitude alleviates
the pain in seedlings
many hospices behind the attitude
direct us to the grape
and sadness peeled away
more fluencies treble their lit
carapace when an endowment
learns to fry
each of us a noun in waiting
hastens the descent of curtain
with its plush liner and weight
the semi-submersible sub she talked of
was her shining psyche
I am guessing and still sure (at once)
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