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The Passing Hour
I pass my hour
around the eight balconies
I walk up to a cylinder seal scroll,
protected by a glass box frame
which writes,
"I stroll down
with mid blossoms spring
it is morning glory
the eclipse of my koi spades
take you to Ardh."
And it was the scent of a million moonflowers
but it was also like nothing, as the focus enlightened their times
