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Last Sunset of 2016
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Last Sunset of 2016
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When distance is hard to judge,
Flesh becomes ethereal,
Transparent, blue.
The air has a liquid quality….
Movement a buoyant heaviness.
There is pressure from everywhere,
An undulating gravity.
The trudging of Agawela has sedate grace,
And tears become lost in the falling darkness.
I drink Blue September of the Sapphire Night.
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2013
Agawela = Old Woman