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IN THE WELL

six, seven metres free-fall
and i was further away

than ever before, a cosmonaut
in his field-stone capsule
gazing from afar
at the precious round of blue.

i was the child
in the well. only the moss
climbed the braided twine

of itself to the lip, ivy
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