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quaternary moon

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the landscape askews �
a curious quarterage �
of terracotta � �
and a gauzy hue �
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and swoons deeply here, � �
in an octet of thick air, �
like violins of violet hair, �
& the coiled watercolor dervish of my hours �
counting all the long and slow sighs �
that she sighs sadly by the sea-side �
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where Nolde broods � �
low, thin ocher over pale sea-light �
- yet conceals a cubist sky, � �
where clouds only bloom halfwise �
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and disappear with the geometry of time, � �
like my slender silhouette of silence, �
and solitude, embraced in the riptide blue �
by the gaudy gloom of a quaternary moon. � �
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