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5:45

motes
of
darkness
are
stripped
away
from the
corners
of my eyes

notes
of a
windchime
whirl by
subtly
lit

trees
swirl in
the
currents
of
air
like
kelp

wind
touches
my
temples
lightly­
as the tattoo
takes my
thoughts
away
into a
far horizon

far

far