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I am not going to touch the meaning―

On the mount a broad-leaved tree was preparing

A wine taster was ready to begin the birth

It was not mental, when you said,

The ambrosial ending of the day. I was not sure

It was never meant, to be the triumph

Moon in dying on the icy bridge

Leaning against the shadow of self, starting the

I take me, in the whirlpool of bridges

I catch the sadness of gray woods. Stone by