Sound

Fragrances and stenches

Words slipped below the fog

Simple opposites exposed

And shivering to

The wing’s cold shoulder

Standing out broad

Liquid of the porous rock

Leaking

Like a ragamuffin basted

Fragrances and swords

Competing in the grass

White within the bleak of black

Fuzz and vague

As sound as the whitened noise

Of the descending waterfalls

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