a filterd tactile sense of more
than barefoot toes can trace
the brick work in that
no joke floor
he radiates in finite space
the loom the room the spinning wheel
in umbershaded steady pace
fifteen times the relic face
a rectangle above his head
with emptiness scores warp and weft
spooling silently below the
walden greenscape opens left
passion and red cloth
passion
and red
cloth
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