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Haze Machine
Like glycerine and water
becoming the haunting, gray
wisps of ephemera—
in the shadows
that the air has
recklessly clasped—
in the piceous sea
that curbs
the ruching horizon—
we are coetaneously
drifting where
the wind remains.
poem
by
Tim Stensloff
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