INNER WORLD the river rich in me the waterfall in its central passage that little boat on it a breath taken the sinking breath released above it the owls call question or answer in the shallows pummeling deeper though they have what they need already roots of reeds colonize the still waters in the woods all around tomorrow's dews hide in tonight's leaves above the woods above the fume of water falling above the owl calling a star sheds itself trace of heaven
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