Across the belated accoustics of the night
footsteps circumscribing cedars in the dark
struck a liquid clearing,
Elizabeth muted,
monochrome blue;
canvassing the colourists' contours
and
unveiling a silent sea
shadowing the inverse light
purring white walls of calm,
and
soaking up our own white walled histories,
the mysteries of which
had precipitated her flight.
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