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Pillars of My Landscape
Pillars of my landscape. Urge and nudge me back slowly to pain.
Now bursting burnished bronze, ringed with ravaged red, slow torment as now insinuating now thrusting mute memory sharpened.
Supine wonders curled in grotesque twisted glory, Pillars of my landscape; warped willows droop drenched in brackish backwaters, pencil sharp leaden weight, Pillars of my landscape there is no escape.
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