are you any closer now
blind rays of summer days
massively collapsing
over serrated rocks
horizon reeling behind
your floating locks
in tide whisperings or
shaded by an olive tree
old grove where mistrals
convened ages to shape
into twined lyres
the saddened heart of trees
strings snapping
as they sing
your eyes reflect
shivers
of pulverized growth
beyond choosing
ablaze
shed images of you
cracking
the ineffable lamp
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