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A Literalist

04/28/2026 14:58h
the root and mirror of a plant its shape and power familiar iris the light is disturbed by the boxwood leaves shining rosemary green, unblossoming (the earth is too damp) the eye catches almost a tune the moth in the piano wherein unhammered the air rings with an earlier un ease of the senses disturbed ( by Mrs. Arpan, wife of a sailor