Harvesters came
for the hay
Between the icon’s window
and the sunset's
non-Euclidian
horizon
Birds returned
from the fields
silenced at Vespers,
camouflaged
and sheltered
by ground, shrub, and trees.
*
Enemies camped
in the woods
Taking the archetypes of dreams
out on patrol
Any thought
of sulfur, salt, and mercury
Gave territory away
for pyrite’s foolish likeness.
*
Know doubt
no problem
Hear and see
imagination
How we got here
how we left
Two stories shifting
angled perspectives
In either meaning
intending neither
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