tiny crevices shelter breath
as the interior morrel
dark and woodsy
turned Mayan cocoa
made heady from want
tunnels temper flow
aggregate gold proffered
while kneeling down ~
what shines without light?
what can dispel the din?
dim sky scatters
the same splayed light
overplayed in coarse disarray
invariably unsound
altered badly
and chosen for kind necessity
a casualty of
quick wind nothing
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