The long lens of the nocturnal
telescope
the stars at its end
tapering
tapering
in a bay at the same
time
waters were entering
and
cove to cove
cave to water-cave
was echoing.
How our thoughts echo!
That way not forget.
That
way we speak out the thoughts.
Assert.
Assert!
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