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WHAT WE ARE |
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by Charles Carreon we are colors fading in the sun on tattered fabric we are bones bleaching in the sand next to old rocks we are buzzards sailing silently in high clear blue naked air we are the waters soaking an infinity of interbranching roots while wandering aimlessly in search of stillness we are the ancient sun, burning its life away in the throat of the sky we are an old piece of string, frayed and coming undone, black rocks, washed with salt for ten million years
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