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Mar 2013
Beyond earthly decay
in the faintest of stills -
its presence, never certain,
like confused rain in August,
or the starkest remnants of bone,
nakedness shrouded
in sparse intrigue -
the most curious tightrope
ever walked
is as if imagined
like frozen smoke.
Written by
Devan Proctor
668
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