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Stained sleep windows 
refract vision questions
to separate inners from
outer, a cramped con
version, prodded into
accordion lung action.

An image scribbles
a shelf full of looks
a thousand birds
feathered, dusted,
encrypted to hide
hollow moans.

Concern stirs 
the smallest glass,
sands of climb
indicate mount
bane, and under
certain senses 
outride shivers
to cold stone
inscriptions.

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