'Eardrum Ocean'
Slippery, joyful hills of the timeless.
Slushy stills of spring frames,
stroking edges,
tobogganing through year-minutes and lives,
there and back,
touching fringes and blinds,
changing glances of flame,
leaning shoulderside
and fresh-forward,
ineffable
(riddle me, dream),
sliding away in flakes of breath.
Agnes Marton
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