and the bright divided and waning
through the open door.
Wet fenceposts in muddy clusters
pouring out of a tunnel's mouth.
Leaves and painted medicines
wrapped around the edges
of disappearing walls.
Tools and their energy of bone
left drying on the rim
of a fountain.
Dusk gushing over the passageway
where it all departed
under a fungal glaze.
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