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how often
will the moment
become waves
gnawing at the cliff
become silence
screaming in the heart
become deep
limitless time
where my dream
in a wild
demonic chase
flees from its own fate
only trees drink sunlight
and throw away their shadows
turning the year into a ring
entangled in root’s hairy string
it turns
to stem and branch
greens away
in leafy wind

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