AURA
Sitting back at Manitoga : one
lark and a house in the woods,
with a pond, with elongated stone.
The time-warped features relegate
(already) the future to a past. I
cannot tell you what I drink. It
is now all past the party. My grand
quaff is over. Up ahead of me,
the long and hilly incline roves me,
leads me on - by some strange
gravity pushed forward onto
something else. I am kept away
from that to which I was drawn.
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