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I.
In a string of kite — separation and connection
the concern for time — eventual breakage
A wind could ripple through — the texture of paper
a woman of thread unravels
a solitary cry
between centuries
a solitary cry
Dark falls — flora is restless
A sky poised above — that I can see, shifting in bed
The solid body is led through crocuses
You who are outside its vicinity will oscillate — a creature flying
into an edifice
II.
Text affixed to a specific sky — wall trembled and shed
allegories remained invisibly
a woman flying instead
a thumb in a child
a century I strung together
a solitary cry
rippled the ledges
books slide off tables — a creature leapt to its death
Then day
tenderly, between the lines — a kite into an edifice
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