I smell the physics of the skin that is necessary,
It is stained by the natural surroundings offering me
A polite continuance, for this ruined heart is of love
That flees fairly, fleeing fairly, fighting wearily.
I built the castle of this telling admiration,
Breathing in old love or the forgiven hurt,
A far greater gravity has approached the cosmos
Through the light we send to this everywhere.
Built anew, next to the buildings called mounds,
A silty chamber embedded in the cliffs
Has been the mounting pressure of late,
Bereaved of the might it once stored.
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