of allsheet white hollowed drowning of spun till lack (a-breath) divorced the skyline’s I of the settled distance the upturned eye’s devoid a graze of endings murmurings and the absent blood a landscape obese with night (I/ or if as it lathes empties) blossoms of rip till knocking upon/ echoing of/ silenced a foreign gaze, fettered stripped of all but the sky’s barren parameters
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