All the way from one ear to another,
her echo
ranging as easily over
the shadows and the creases
of our bedsheets
As across the strict arrangements
of mountain,
making us wait at the door of sleep
all the way from one ear
of mountain
to the shadows and the creases
of the remember,
ranging over the remember,
making us all wait at the door
of her echo.
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