“It can lie on top of us and we drown under stale water.
Darting shadows flee at dusk below the moon, like under a round shelter thrown off at random by all eyes opening – at once.
Inverted chimney, its smoke in the ravine, the sky pulled into the gape.
Maybe that’s why it shows, magnified like under a glass, what for us remains.
Look: it resembles no word.
It cannot be said or seen.
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