QED

poesy

The ways things are

under a foreign leaf
where the shade is altered by contact
and
reenters the dirt track
which follows the bridge
out of the sandy bowl;
you abruptly consider
the choice to violate the
continued cycles of automata
and bring about only the vine
interrupted by rough breath
a splinter of future sentence.

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