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The Shearline of Obscurity
Water Cold as it sounds The storm glass Refilled and sealed With a wine cork The spout spilling over Ultramarine Mixed with red Producing Black on black The ravens absorb During those evocations, those divinations of the observer Of the interplay between shades Breathe, rest, wait, keep silent Walk toward the bay swinging the arms Abandon sandals at the end of the blacktop To cross the dredged up stratum of sand To stand at the edge expecting To go totally blind Upon seeing a four-armed sea star regenerating