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When Things Were Better

Dawning yolk spills over

the horizon like

Cataclysmal torrents

of a babbling river

Shaking the sediment

in my mental,

Awakening the depths

of those muffled burrows

With the serenity of your

quiet lightning

That strikes me with inner peace.

🎨/📷 by Arthur Dove, Sunrise III, 1936-37

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