A Circle of Wind and Leaves

The axis of your grey eyes

holds the circling background:

autumns chorus clouded sky:

“the tenor we anticipate is found;

anchor circumference here, reply”

–while gods exhale mute praise to what is nigh,

a Showing, weaved through dust of flesh, around

which silence travels not without a sound

of gladness.


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