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Tuesday, 14 December 2021

Wet stones.

Sleep creeps, away
demons reason all day
draw the crawl, delayed play
recall what the crows say
to alleviate the serration of lunar rays
tidal waves, cliffs to caves of oceans paved
for tomorrows on its way
just when the shattered bedrocks, scatter in their decay.