Fade to Light

Hand me this hand
The sail is bent
The trail is sold
and the wind tied in knots

Answer the phone
The tune is left
The stones uncoil
in a wide-angle lens

A search for clues
encounters bliss
A lip on the edge
of the flowering dark

A shell falls with hail
Hidden and hides
The following sky
The descending kiss.

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