No more grieve
the parting shape
that lived on earth
faking life
Some other form, lay
Relaying vastness;
A wordless whisper
Ears to ears
No more take to heart
the impurities of auricles
that blub life, hammering
drop after drop
Some other world, slope
down the kingdom nearby;
A garden construct
of heavenly cloisters
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