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walking the fields [4]
Quiet today, world still. Shadow-play tree line hides order, branches overlaid in crazy patterns, life at odd angles, the fields alive around me and so still, so still. The earth opens, oblivious whole, oblivion hole; trepanated earth.
Bad prose, bad poetry, I don't know what I mean anymore.