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The clouds grew lower and lower and finally let a deep snow bury us, drew all the distances in to themselves, Call a silence by a silence, Pen to paper, pours the unknowing into lines, described an ear by an ear, Suspend the eclipsed cycle of thesis and antithesis, In a void by a void Bullseye with no birth mark Breath is time, Send the carrier to the other side, In between, Wind is speed, no bond, Breath is less Lines up end to end, Bones of stone touch and bow, before the taste, Silence larger than life, Hearts splash limitless ripples, Deeper dreams, A face by a face, Burnt brazen bitter brine Nuclear sky, Eyes soften in their sockets, And drown in soft top pale drop Door made of secrets, To uncover the artefacts, To sound alive before the source of pain, Pounding pressure bites at the isolation, Swirling white winds around a broken, blue itch, Under the door, The lights go off one by one down the hall, Taking me home, To the faint beginnings, Stirring in embers radiation, In the heat, in the heart, Grace the silhouette of fault lines, Challenge of human expression, Feel the night move, Feed the machine until it speaks dizzy hibiscus, Mulberry test chemical matrix, With the guts hanging out, taking my breath away, Taking me to every mouth, Of three rivers lettered interface, Even the watchdog is on a leash of warm polysaccharides, Heavy and empty,