Cold, clear sky, half-darkness with the stars,
lights distant over roofs and treetops, fixed
in frozen constellations: time defined
in tiny pinpricks, time that is not told
in hours. Space is...
Stars # 2
Waters are cold and clammy,
He placed the roses down with so much care,
their breath became the sunlight, fading green,
which left a tender shadow on the stair,
and gave a final stroke of tourmaline
to soft, forgotten...
still life on stairwell
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