“HERE
above Dublin
below a skyline aflame
with white dwarfs’ blazing fires
a hushed town
gazes into the distance
and wanes like an agate stone
that sleeps amongst sharp reeds
in cloudy waters of the ford
longing for its soul.”

—  Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 18-20, verse V

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