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xi
Unemotioned by the thought
of death
Rise out from sleep
in the deep of night

Matrices of mind
remote as nebulae

The moments life,
the open edge

the flow of night
within the grove.

On familiars once
opaque and strange;

under thresholds,
becoming known.

Star, distance-cooled,
in an ash-groves dark

assumption is ungrasped
unknowingness of sleep

Day-strange, unemotioned
by the thought of death.

A
Road Assumed
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