Hollow, with fog

well this has gone farther than I had seen
I thought we began at some mean peak and
I did not expect all the slopes would be down
in this small depression
few stay unclouded
the past is upwards
gravity down
I can still see, if bare, your face my dear
but not, I fear, all of my own


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2017-06-27 00:00 +0000