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Otata 47

Otata 47

  • compline

    compline—
    we enter  
    shadows seize my breath
    our perfect expression  
    in soundlessness
    without words 

  • Otata 47

  • receding light

    receding light
    at dead low water  
    my interior landscape's
    where meaning lies 
    inverse presence
    and distance ends