Always

Ivory moss is thick like water

A man pulls a curtain and steps
To the velvet portico

Purple clouds are masked in armor

Cedar woods are lightly freezing

A hooded swan reveals his covered head
Draws calculus inside a pond
With the soft beat

of his heart

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