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Shape.
And the clouds shape the phoenix And are ignored. Shadow. And the shadows orchestrate the sun And mock pedestrian dignity, And are seen yet not seen. Silhouette And the shell Spires a minaret in the sand, But the mind is blind to all But an aerosol palace of chrome and plastic. Surface. And the leaf, shining, mauve and saffront, Tumbles the rain into ecstasy, And is brushed aside. Spacing. And the mathematics of dunes Foster no desiring, The mountains no worship. Movement. And the shaping of forests Is either too slow or too fast: It evades contemplation. |
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