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Isolate this thought
in rooms which face north
the intuitive tessellations
reflecting what is forgotten
how the willow bends
the summer wind
the brief image
to swallow the blackness
the stalking periphery
entombing desolation
within the granite cavity
amber light
through the crow’s wing
a jade cliff at dawn
a precipice
of broken bones
beneath a road
shattered to glass
a bleeding sage
a rose thicket
cloistering the skylark’s trill
a grey moon
as distant
as a serrated bell tone’s
resonating
ambient stillness
throughout a house
a madman lies
dreaming of sleep
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