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I see you are a map of crevasses and corridors,

escarpments and hollowed out grass fields.

 

Hovering shadows of time move ever so slowly

above and around you,

yet always some beam of light and then another flicker.

Spontaneous

and unhurried by invisible winds.

 

Satellites of hope and despair.

Can you hear them though?

Yes, cackling, singing, screaming a bit,

chanting, praying and quietly sighing or smiling.

 

A tide is rising, look at the branches naked now

in a whirlwind of leaves,

that fly with the seabirds

with or without us.

With us for now.

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See the clouds sinking into blue waves now speckle grey,

See that sliver of shoreline shimmering silver

with or without us.

With us for now.