shadowed lines of clouds above
black plane of ridge
blue jay calling on pine branch in
right foreground
these physical positions, sense of
who contemplates
remains to be seen, there in the
fact that, turning
Hamlet confused even Lear’s
blindness being watched
though on stage they are in
reality theirs not mine
pink edges of grey cloud above still
shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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