The lake of mind,
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Stagnant algal bloom
branching in bracken waters
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Softens the sedimentation
of its view, un tongues color-
until the air is-
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a mountain cloud of grounded water
in the blue lagoon of the sky’s memory,
touching the horizon’s question of land
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a carcass whistle of fathers,
thronged in oblong bone, chalk-thorned
in the tears of Mother’s lapping skin,
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children rise from the reflex rain
pooling the flecks in our eye,
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The fossils of past’s dreamed
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And remembered,
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in the limpid reflection hewn
below the ochre yellow fall of the limbed
wings of a weaving fever tree
