In a perpetual state of nothing to say,
so mute, so long

I sense that there is behind the mother
someone staring.

The cables are emptied and posted
the promise of fields

is where I belong. Snow in the sunset
down comes the rain

on a single plane, only one dimension
a singularity of feeling.

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