That mystery

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All night, there has been
a running river of sound

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that flows beneath
where I live out here.

And in the morning,
what of it, there is,

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a softening muffle, in
sight, clings to the far

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shore, and slides in over
the now quiet waters,

the riverine murmur
slows, and hangs there

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reminding me to be
silent, and like the raven

stone, resting out there
fire in hand,

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attention.

tsg | decatur island
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