a winter rain. Branches bare beat a tabla’s timbre. Rhythm and drag. We let one tree inside, the rest go on reaching. Tethered to starlight, another name for fleeting. Morning coffee makes my earthly body makes a whim out of the horizon makes the crackling cold snap back.
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This House is Unfinished and It's Raining
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a winter rain. Branches bare beat a tabla’s timbre. Rhythm and drag. We let one tree inside, the rest go on reaching. Tethered to starlight, another name for fleeting. Morning coffee makes my earthly body makes a whim out of the horizon makes the crackling cold snap back.