Knows

I awoke,
With Mountains in their heights,
That spoke,
Of memories that wove,
Through knees, thighs and pubic bone —
To the inky waters of the lake below.

In that cabin, where the sable pines
Enclose,
And all about,
From coral-white
To grayish, turquoise-blue,
Snow.

That scene:
On the edge,
Where the stillness
Knows.

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