TAWNY
what a vista
the amalgam field is a branch of celestial communication
channeling the fierce waterways
drifting windswept tidal satellites ladle the length
a malleable abounding clay so moist, smooth, and ravishing
on this I found a dousing stone
a bright sign of sunset
spirit quartz sings through crystal bowls
contacting the inner most decibels of infinite sound
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