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transformations

these fingers
black
the page inked
lines from dreams
gradual hues
of black
fingerstrokes
cross this page
like trees penned
black
bleak showers
in slow shades
of black
as I sit
under a sky
unpolished
and black

the new art

tonight, no needs
no lying
nor cheats
tonight
no need for clothes
overexposure
requires only time
to release
slow
as gray black snow
fills in the ground
of stilled creek valleys
where gray black skies
cover me
like nursemaids covering
sleeping children
tucking me in

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