* Matrix of concerns: incursion denials hubris nondisclosure indiscretion hubris or “there is an old proverb among men. . .” Listen: (porch chimes tune the cold wind) * Iced gravel along the edges of the river: this is where the crows gather all at dusk Twilight. The river swirls, even past any hope. * That they have plagiarized their beliefs (or that there’s this moment of stillness between gusts of wind) (breathless) Some mornings bring only paler shades of gray.
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