East Media
the sun is new
and low in the East
a medium announcing itself
and that other living in this one
there is little to say
little to keep
the bodies of green horses
and a hundred echoes
and then only two
two
two
these echoes begin and end in you
the pale projection
fading
the spectred night
no other
other
other...
emptied grace
art: the emptied hand
the golden yards
the rhythm of counterpoint
damn you
tenderness
tenderness once
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