March 10, 2017

Timber and blue
Where I paused
Motionless land
On their back
Twigs to dress
Hands that clasp
Moody white secrets
Set deep on their lips
A clamor dreamt up
Behind the lake bed
Silence a door
Glass marks
And glass masks
The frost of a memory
A root out to get
A matter of starting
An eve running out
One single tremble
Rushed near into now

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