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Linen & Litmus
The tail of the kite
Is a beak pinched shut
By the wind spellbinding
Spellcasting
Forlorn is the clamp
Forlorn is the vaguest grey
Not a color but a shade
Not a breath but a breeze
For grey is nothing
Painted on the litmus paper
Not a color but a shade
Not a shout
But the faintest mutter
The tail of the kite
Clamped forlorn
In the wind spellbinding
Is a faint nothing
A speechless grey
