Is this glass empty or full of cutting wind? the order of time eroded our firm arrangements analogy without ground still points to the sky a tree's shadow shelter from the blowing sand

I wait for the sun to turn back a breath in, a whispering a walk to the west in the dark do my feet slow the earth's turning?

A white horse barely steps halfway ahead and reveals her dark companion browsing

I retrace a path to shore first light, fresh sand but before sun rise I left for solace among the trees

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