Ice on the pines. Cold Realm of geometry: Stark verticals against A shadow-anchored mountain. : : A moment dilates. Takes on mass. Fog lags as tangled dark matter. Rocky edges, tide pools, Vast mudflats concealed. : : Moonlight. Or is it frost? Low clouds hold down cliffs. As if an afterthought: The unamendable world.
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