The moon is a drought
Like a harpsichord in a vacuum
Overflowing with rivers
That are dreams
The dusk is scarlet like autumn
Even in the spring
Can a river ever find footing
Asked the lighted match
Ice is bottomless
Said the crows
From the bare winter boughs
But never absolute
“Ice is bottomless
Said the crows”
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