Earth cools and is sundered,
Lands drown or resurge,
Man termites man;
Only impermanence
Is.
East River River of lambent night,
spiked by the spectral beams
of light
from shore and water homes;
drum for the whisper,
plush for the clarion screams,
indifferent filter of all ferment,
what dreams
sand your floor!
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