mist lush rippling paddies like plates
and the sky hill stretches upwards, small animals leading, up on stilts entirely, jumping extremely high
first with a telephoto of a corner shifting then push into the marshlands, you, pedestaled

tiny ice cove
the water is water and yet just above the lapping little ripples icicles hang from the cinderblocks' edges
a thin layer of water on the bottommost
with miandering platforms with ladders
expanded into a serene and dark magenta to emptiness
how quaint or trite to write of fireworks, the muted and distant kind that spray, mist like, tiny dandelion fog behind distance and branch and brick - yet if they each were, just as forlorn blossoms birthed in fatal contaminants pooling on the service roads between our souls, an undoing of collected ugliness - futility begets a garden's bridge that i would now extend in earnest. please, i would.
pitch shift
upwards grass, water steps
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