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Grand and Branching Corridors

I dreamt.. we met at grand and branching corridors the soil ledge.. from outer fields        the snowflakes, ripe with phrase. Iceberg clouds,    infused with shafts       of distant August lightning

and you and I, surrendered as figments.. in the haze 

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