looking up as
swallows cross white
space between four suffering
hemlocks, each bared
blighted to their celadon tops
by snow-like and borne
on feathered breeze a whim
this new disease
the birds (frolic or
perform) diving through
chatter dance divide
dizzy with my head back
weighing envy death
flight, the still years it takes
giants to die so now a
new sky (paper-white and
swollen with grace
) unfolding
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