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(for Elissa Henken) She sleeps in order to dream of life’s hidden treasure seen through the black crystal of night in pools between high tide and low water, where free music is heard as waves which try in vain to…

Great rainforest of the west where fern grows on moss, above grey-green lichen, flowers on bare branches, underneath the song of the spirits of miners tinkles as the river roars on waterfalls, pollution flows from the mouths of levels, but…

I have no longing for the distant past – it died one afternoon in December in a war cemetery of hop-poles, when light lost its brightness and the fingers of apple trees pointed to the wet sunset. I feel a…