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Sunday, December 17

visions_version_b1

on the back road
every breath steam
every sentence unseen
temples of trees
bend and lean
extant and fulcrum
compression tension sum
up syllables remote

a chance with pine leaves
hands condemned to pitch
eternity here holding
dry water of winter
the scalding cold
scaffolding bones with work undone
decembers deionized ones

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