The forest peers over the cliff
while the gray and black sky
looks down, wondering what
dreams the sleeping creatures
see as their bodies turn in fits.
The ocean speaks in waves
that no one can decode. Smooth
rock are unreliable in their
translations because their
minds have grown soft.
A small fire is extinguished
by frigid wind. A deer moves
cautiously towards the tide
and wonders how such
language is possible.
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