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 · in the growing dusk
the cicadas barely sounding
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