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the dry stone no sound

go south in the winter.

Soundscape Sunday.

aethyr

water

fire

air

earth

Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars

Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.

trace the story of Endymion

Withhold no atom’s atom or I die

time is the only meeting place

photographs fading in the fermentation of silence

inside me like warm mollusks

pools of shadow breathe

vines of passionflowers

adjusting to time

like light or sound or language

kettle and mirror, spoon and bowl