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Into Silt
The pauper, like
the birth
of consciousness,
at birth
* * *
Sees the seasons
Draped
In
White light,
Scaped
in
Twilight,
* * *
Escaping into a dark night
Settling
into
a slit
of
silt
the birth
of consciousness,
at birth
* * *
Sees the seasons
Draped
In
White light,
Scaped
in
Twilight,
* * *
Escaping into a dark night
Settling
into
a slit
of
silt
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