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Shadows of Standing Stones
We no longer have the oracles
so it occurs to me that you or I
could perhaps be the oracles
Or at least oracles to ourselves
in this spin of a spun I
[one]
Your trance like state
glows in a tribal of primal
If there are shapes of synaesthesia
I will scrawl the voice
across luxuriant sands
Published 2nd Sep 2022
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