she fits it fits her
the mountain trance
eyes bigger than
pregnant soil dearth

distances: cornea grain
again it were rain splotches
she watches for the small
of ranging drawl

she listens for the look
of stone upon face
makes love a place
for gazing

makes vision
a long way
the long way
back home

she is horizon-big
her fingers clench mountain
her voice still a vale
still, it echoes further


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