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7.85
27.iii.26
clarity
for the Gore Cove Track Series
there is the blue of
it
lit with our going,
coming
our standing just
here
a day as if carved
from
ant hollowed
what was burnt and
what will
shadows fixing, cloud
flit
least crevice a
mudspark
passage of a sun to
task
cloud no shade
tussle of furl-down
roots
the knowing of turns
and next
stone where the foot
has worn a way
lain its thousand
years
and still under the
blue of it all
steps down, up
and steps away
only the voice of the
stream
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