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Within Time, Without Words

I Drew a Final Breath in the Dream

Yawning in an Afternoon's Monotony

Fading Is the Presence of the Woman

Once Again, I Revert to That Perspective

Dust It Off and Make Sure Which Way Is Up

Measure the Angle of My Neck

Rain to Sleet, Sleet to Snow

As I Turn Around, a Movement Catches the Corner of My Eye

Drifts the Scent, Outside the Frame

That Is the Essence