Blue river fiercely
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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