I am a slate blue iris
Billowing sea smoke
A borderless shape
An unfixed figure
Ever sweeping, ever stretching
Crawling and seeping beneath
Remaining
Unnoticed
I am the murmur of a creek
A masqued creature,
Concealed as the world wanders past
I am a mellowing hum, held in the earth’s breath
A detached, unbiased number between first and last
I am the stuttering Chevy
The dust-coated chair
The last picked berry
The soft strumming mandolin
I am soused Inverness
Dew on a web
An outstretching aspen, where
The fronds are my aura
Exposing my spirit
I am fearful of light
The sun
Reflections
The night is my ally
The moon
The dark
There are words hiding behind my eyes
I am simultaneous
I am sympathy
I am remembered
I am forgotten
Billowing sea smoke
A borderless shape
An unfixed figure
Ever sweeping, ever stretching
Crawling and seeping beneath
Remaining
Unnoticed
I am the murmur of a creek
A masqued creature,
Concealed as the world wanders past
I am a mellowing hum, held in the earth’s breath
A detached, unbiased number between first and last
I am the stuttering Chevy
The dust-coated chair
The last picked berry
The soft strumming mandolin
I am soused Inverness
Dew on a web
An outstretching aspen, where
The fronds are my aura
Exposing my spirit
I am fearful of light
The sun
Reflections
The night is my ally
The moon
The dark
There are words hiding behind my eyes
I am simultaneous
I am sympathy
I am remembered
I am forgotten

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