Poem, Swords, Overpressure

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In An Old Forever
April 5, 2025

in field facing chrysanthemum
my sword holds still, until
one petal extends steel
flower fading unto shadow
six seconds in nine exchanges
my sword returns still, until
one petal extends steel
whose pair, beside it still
rings breeze touched, until
shadow to sword upon sword
luminary flower opens
surrounding sphere-eye
closing pine-pollen golden

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