shanti:e

rivers past rails/rolled

delta to sea strophes

corded weeds and shadow

 

wave keening flower plumes

on domes in extremity

lithe sextants courting limits

 

down walls and ribbon rain

colour lights/crashed bruise

salt swale and kiss

 

you held the blows thunder

spilt gulf in the main

latitudes splinter harvest

 

rock is part/under

scattered by bells

rock gain    risen    come

 

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