an imitation of sky
films water which
dreams it's other
& i wander my
individual landscape
head to heel to head
in cartographs of self
trek steep trails
through old forests
of monsters aside
forgotten shores
shook hands on taut
lines as blood sails
blindfolded these seas
you set in motion
not sand but ashes
smoothed by mirror-
holding water after
sunset fire to sky
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