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Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past |
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the itch on the cheek of a mute mouth clasped |
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in a twirled looking glass, to go or stay |
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in course at its own display |
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a pot, a pan, a cutlery board, |
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a pepper and black spice tray |
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Time spooled, unspinning |
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life scrolls unravel |
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the telling tale wends bends |
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and breaks these tomes we travel |
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over and again we abide |
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but which side now of the |
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looking-glass facade am I |
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Memories haunt like diamonds |
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reminiscence swirls as smoke |
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nettles in the morning |
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at night steeped straw of oat |
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petals of jasmine, anemones |
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in a water bowl afloat |
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how grace arranged the chance array |
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come eventide's shifting glow |
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Bend and stretch, swing and sway |
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I am as a snake in your hands |
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wading lose as oars of two creaky boats |
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that play patterns with silt on the sand |
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black coruscation, loam liquid beads |
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the Orb Weavers spin the length of their wheels… |
