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Little the wisp.
A small thing
to remember.
During the day
can learn its own shadow.
Things handed from north to south
given wistfullly a ground of colors.
A collage in which grows a
single flower.
Ice house with flowing
pieces of ice.
Bouyance and a slow moving
piece of ice that rotates
upon itself.
And votaries of fulsome tide
heal of wounds.
All the same the sea is asleep.
Little the wisp.
A place of sigh.
A secretive shadow.
Pushing themes of light to heavy.


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Themes of Light to Heavy