Composed States
Peering from out this joint rest
Of boughs no winds bend
Time, tracked through each shadow-step
Markedly slowed up!
Whilst each beat, our anxious heart's
Further apart sounds.
The road, deaf to! That beside
Voiced, when wills collide.
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