from: “Gazing”¹
quicksilver
gathering
on
the
surface
flicked
and
flashed
one
animates
the
whole
weeping
ribbons
of
random
voice
stones
with
wings
bitter
leaf
hand
to
the
horizon
rising
over
her
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¹ "This poem only uses words found in Virginia Woolf’s final novel Between The Acts, though the narrative thread is my own.