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ARCHED (Part 7)

Stone
Cast in,
Rippling
Time’s pool.

Outwards
And inwards,
A settled pattern
Of comings and goings.

And the weight
Of the stone:
An anchor, a haven.
Small, still island
In a restless sea.

A forest for song.
A forest for silence.
A carpenter’s house,
A house of edge and curve.
A mother’s house,
A house of succour,
Of promises kept,
Of warm dark.

Artificer’s jewel:
A design
Of forever.

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