the widow peers from the edge,
wondering how steep the fall
into land of rolling hills, age of concern.
twin arches over twin
orbits of twin moons.
what sheer strength carved
two white moons, two black holes?
journey down: mountain, twin bat's
caves-absorb all light, absence
of light. every color, creating none.
journey down: canyon caught
in mountain shadow.
climb hills of something red.
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