sAyingsometHing

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31 May 2008

Vespers (61)

repeat
pale river
until darkness falls

around soft loam
the night
sounds

familiar
and unknown
receding into pause

when mind alone
refracts untidy
interruptions

past
our speech
a new ontology

small frogs offer
syllables intact
meaning

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