Wide Open
clear blue
in the mystic
retreating ever as a
circumstance with
which to reckon
only self dissolved
spares little for the
victim
cleaned to recognition
remorseful more than
now enveloped
reduced to sensation
clouded by radiance
forthright with a
tip of the hat kind of
class long forgotten
projected through the
window
fatal fumes regarded
as sunbeams
made of ashen
cedar plumes
to the beginning
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