Green water. Soul turns dry from. Rising. To water. Upper.
The words sing themselves in my head. Corinth swordfish orexin. I love you.
Burning geese dive from the pond into the trees. Green to green.
Listen, I’m a door you can only open in your memory.
I am a house of sound, transoms and crossbeams diazoma of Dionysus.
I’m the past only there is no past. A city in the sea.
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