we,
marked by time
the
furrow
and
ourselves the plough
the
rust
the
bed turned down
the
new old house
each
night as dreamt
I
know my way
but
come forgetting
tears
of cut stone
tucks
into silence
trees
marble
text
intaglio
branches
hung up with symbols
signs
the
land is each in other’s eyes
lines
lost in the face
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