Glassbook by Laurie Price
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much air or water bound by earth
as if the mantle had fallen far from here lit in its light And charred to loam what meant as green The ribboned scent spread flat as air forced under pressure to engrave leaves an impression Shadowy sequoia and red mudded shale rocks loose in windward breaks The apex dies at dusk time Blue tree trunks line the black on black sky |