mirror in the gleam

01 en trance
02 ghost strata
03 dialect
04 your spectrum05 keepsake 01
06 flowers... dripping
07 passageway
08 dawn memo
09 conscious and well
10 arc of love
11 a moment, a life

I stood at night forest’s bay. Watched as language withheld longing. Whale contours and leaves | slice. Perceive glaucoma. Half blurred, old yearnings. Clarity is a crater. In awe of this, I turned inward. Tecoma walled, there is a room where I sit evenings as a pew - in this nook begins coexistence. Outside, the parapet bears a walkway.

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