‘… leave the world unseen,

        and with thee fade away into the forest dim’

John Keats, ‘Ode to a Nightingale’, 1819

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a glint of
fractured light,
witnessed
in adamantine sheets of silence,
refracts across crimson
and egyptian blue,
across dense waters of incoherent fortitude,
refined, pristine,
an opaque mirror of all that falls between
that which will never be,
and that which has never been

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