Clark Anne
The Sitting Room
Swimming
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Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea
clinging desperately
feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
pulled by the tides
- the moon
and digital clocks
sensitive to nothing
Parting hours -
time falls through our fingers
like sand.
| 1 | White Silence |
| 2 | Unstill Life |
| 3 | The Spiining Turning Of The Summer Earth |
| 4 | The Moment |
| 5 | Sognsvann |
| 6 | Silent Prayer |
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