the mountains, rocks, cliffs,
are stacks, bits of watercolor,
oil, dripping from the amber fog,
curling around the permanent sunset,
sandy beach open, splashing,
they rise,black, charcoal streaked,
as my face, forms eyes, nose, mouth,
swallowing, ink,
a night sky, swirling as my
head a crowning of stars, of light,
of.
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