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![]() ![]() I Plait The PulseI plait the pulse Of soul Into a plait of willow. I plait the pulse of willow Into a thread of dream. The shriek of a nocturnal bird Has lurked again Into the colour-leafed embroideries – Tinted grey. Both hues of the soul – Black-and-white nuance Cry a truth And drip Into a paper trance.
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