M/mediation I Dominance
       

The once has never said

Nor the next day stammered

To you the black bird calls across pine

To you the creek is in a rush

Pity first sky spread so thin

Pity next the water bottle crushed at the road's edge

Discard can never diminish its grip on

What cannot stop that which

Drink the reservoir in an untapped gulp

Breathe carbon breath freeways

Forget that within you a knife

Forget the red storm of wanting to

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from domina Un/blued
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