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Looking Under Rocks I must rusticate, forsake this place and dwell as one rupicolous, bide alone, pestled and polished by the stones until ready to abolish solitude. Emerging, I see air curdled by angels, shifting golden beads, a cerulean sea shrugging along the beach, reaching across mossy scrub; my soul now lit by itself. |
Additional Notes:
Rupicolous refers to organisms
that live and grow in rocks.
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