an unfamiliar glory
in this land without walking
dim among shards of mayfly
i grasp what's utmost quasar
my mind grinds its gray spintcom
avatar of gray sandcoil
2.
moon bloom an hour
was my color and story
you turn out softly
how long can this gold sky roar
shadowing all dark snowfall
3.
tamarind
quitchgrass
softly how long
grinds its gray
and what birdtalk
glory
tamarind quitchgrass
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