Winter Ravine
Amniotic, from a mirror to a mind’s world
The other to the grass where sleep wakes,
Touch is water, sky is the trees.
From the mountain sand and stone
A bowl holds milk.
Bone crumbles like a chalky cliff riven with rain
and run off.
Amniotic, from a mirror to a mind’s world
The other to the grass where sleep wakes,
Touch is water, sky is the trees.
From the mountain sand and stone
A bowl holds milk.
Bone crumbles like a chalky cliff riven with rain
and run off.
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