"This land like a mirror turns you inward
And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines."
Gwendolyn MacEwan/The Dark Pines via
Gameshow doors shelterless
The village scaffold vehement
Shark voucher
I emerge minding less
Red blue shimmer blurb
Marl blisters
Driverless cars carry
Into smoke veils & smash
Cairn smiling
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