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sitting prettily in piled glass round the forest lay


every blade an sharpened edge every drop of


dew falls to the sediment lest all moving feet


and hands aching at the feathered grass all is


reflection in chaos breaking with every leaf it


snap of touching thumb to dextral tattooed hand


print in sand shifting land onslaughter of senses


reflecting light beams off every sharp blade saws


through the flesh endevour fresh weathered rose


petals drift pas further years wind caught sinful


hand lifted brim full between the thumb touching


forefinger cymbal'd clash worn to broken the glass


falls like sand falls in pieces falls to fall in peace


glass caught wind swept light beams hit shimmering


angled revelation in angelic spiral headlong high


lower than the damsels dress straps serpents shining


scaled weight of every thought floating by metal


leaves hang from glass trees before it was lost by and by

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