soarin’ over peaks
snow-capped ridges – patchwork art
red octopus’ arms
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straggled to reach high
experiments in red light
where water is cold
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a desolate place
no human, no animal
it’s bare everywhere
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stamped on earth like sign
few can decipher fully
so much more to come
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23 Jan. 2023
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