Unrelenting gusts
leaf through my hair
earth presses against
the weight of my step
I cry, I cry
through a
silver sieve
(plated)
Drip drops
the wine:
Tannic victory
Atmospheric phases
of mist
twinged bright
across the lanterns
tacked fog
to fog
to eyelids,
misty cheeks,
perspective
Lady of the rocks
thy immaculate cave
offers no shelter.
Distant figures
forms
compose themselves
for you
a gust reveals
a calm
conceals
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