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Seasons & Sectors
Black lacquer feathers,
ink spilled,
lingering like liquor, into wax mold winds,
enfolded
into
the physics of distance,
wisps
are
whispered in forms
of
vectors, across all
seasons
&
sectors.
Published 29th Oct 2022
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