light coming into clouds against
top of green ridge
sound of crow calling on branch in
right foreground
passage to “forget” as a way in
relation to passage
from the other thing visible this
morning my finger
Macbeth’s hands covered in Duncan blood will sooner
the multitudinous seas incarnadine
making green red
grey rain cloud still against top
of shadowed ridge
motion of wind in shadowed green
leaves on branches
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