One line shooting across a portal
white and clear opaque fabric sliding beneath the shade
light passing through a shutter of shelter onto slippery beads
warm. cold.
one structure two lives
open mouth of a holy animal
infinite esophagus
hard stone palate ready force its will on the earth
no more research
no more play
only the seams
stitches that hold the land to the sea
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