Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

Fields,
trees...

There will
be a world after...

Commute.
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it’s the sound of
tin under muffled...

an invasion of
loaded questions...