There is a grave we don’t know,
the previous corpses
wild.
For once it is empty, yes
a grave
in some forest, that hole
Sheltered.
Of course
it is night.
True dusk, winter dusk.
Green wood
free, mad.
Other planets,
calm and bare,
unfurl unknown sky.
Like a theater,
we see things.
The same blue
badly made rivers.
you:you
something like love
extreme care
The Earth.
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