Ivy grows on the sides of one of the many towers...
"He found one word, one only for the moon." --The Waves
the hawk-eyed stakeholder
hovering thronged coven
all the pallid pundits
perch at dawn in search of
next sneer in the story
as neighbors park sharkfins
coughs catenate ยท in the growing dusk
the cicadas barely sounding
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