The wilderness within / needs a mirror—

October’s late vermilion, orthe sound a cast stone makes in still water,a starkness to mark the loamy edgeof becoming—wants a flashof white flank and mane recedingbehind the glimmering scrim, shadowsmoving in—a chill wind spinningin the creaking treesgathering themselves close—needsa stream,...

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