grinds the air into silver grains
carves a vast grey hole in space
levitates the houses markets
and silos on a grid of golden rods
buried bones find granite faces
hills climb curving through the same womb
swamps cluster at the bronze edges
and the dark water shines with the blood
of many suns and moons that pass
above the open field's green envelope
between roaring trees.
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