Face and City Reflected in Sky Through Glass

Voice under sands of oceans, swelling
Bright house in the forest, hidden
In glacial tides, speaking to one
Surrounding, the city in eyes

In hearts of crowd’s threads, watching
Listened in rooms, the smoke inside heads
Dull blade in the prairie, alone
Rain on the desert, whispers in drops











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