along lines, haiku

cold pond, coy fish deep                                               written words reflective gaze.                                         warmth skims the surface.
along dark nights routes                                                                                                                                                                 the stages of the hours.                                                                                                                   still is the morning.
subtle and tick near                                                                                                                      thob faces in and heart wards.                                                                                                     view moving and clear.
cold air between us                                                                                                                   silent observed acoustics.                                                                                                                   in hot empty voids.

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