Palm tree thunder-struck, underneath deep darkness
Standing
Forest-fire, no sign of verdancy, heap of ashes, winding wind
Standing
A river of sand, merely line of current, wretched boat, ghostly valley
Standing
Corpse of fire, yellow moon flowers, solitary grave, icy temperature
Standing
I'm beyond substance, yet a clumsy shadow stretches beyond the horizon
Standing
My standing, understanding, over-standing, vatic standing, quibble standing a peak
Standing
Brimful dark-golden pot full of poison raising itself touching lips' of
Standing
The speed lying coiled as a dead snake under the feet of my
Standing....
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Yet a clumsy shadow! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.