Not darkness, but the absence
of darkness overlaps each line
that desires we do not know a thing
but white--we project--an absent
reality sings more common song
of man in chains that clang
as we march forward the deeper
gusts must furrow our call
whirling towards winters fall
leaving the branch--earnest
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