Shadows tremble in ghost shores.

Blue river fiercely
Combed; bloomed,
Through wind, awakening cold ash.

In the frail honey surf
Warbling yellow trodden ages, roads;

Water gushing, stranded sun
Me; and I, I am dizzy with

Light. With the humming wind,
Tremble in ghost shores; shaky with

A breath. One breath—sea light
Shifting, lying down— unwrapped, despoiled

Smoke presuming at dusk
Straying in a steeped extinction

Of shadows; the stones cut
As seeds fall beyond faint darkness.

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