Violet I


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Where the

Hours played shadows’

Games better than hollows

Ever made holes of

Of a heart or a tree

The sentinel stood tall

And let darkness make all

Our steps move us forward

Five hours apiece

I kept drawing away

The more I tried to stay

Walking beside you

In your sundial’s shade

And what you mouthed to me

An astrobleme’s mystery

Will forever compound me

By factors of three in

Longing and hate

Whilst

The sentinel

Sighed

Canorous and deep

Just before the daybreak

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Adamantine Dreams

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