Out of reach, fading away
Fingers close on sunset end of day
Clawing scars on water's skin
Closing wounds where they had been
Oiled time, housefly love
Sun's shadow nailed to the sky above
Handcuffed wind prisoner, in a box
No fish or bird as slippery as a word thrown of rocks
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