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even in still there is life;- beads

of copper slip down

past diamonds on a glamorous neck, or down

a draped spiderweb of tarnished sun;

perhaps it is found in thick

mist, hanging lightly as smoke

over a black glass mirroring

the heavens; surely

it is a spark in your eyes,

dark as ice,

a current in the living wood

under my touch.