Djuturna

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Slowly                                                            
                      Into    the    surface
the fold of    thought                         
moves                              
blankly                                                      
under                        her                        exhalation
of willow                                                         
mud                                                                                         
sedimentary                                                                        
swimming                                                        
the light                                                
                                  breaks
                                                 into sheets
                       of wind wishes
calmly            
deriving                                                              
cloudy                                                                
                                    blinking
a bird                                                   
washing                                                            
                             the thin
larvae                                                              
the inner beds                         
bottomless                                                                   

drowning in her                                                                    
                                                                   wavering by
                                                         murmuring
we are           
                     rippled

dim                                                                 
carried
                                                                  floating
                                        partly
                submerged

drifting over                                                                       

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