In the distance
you are carved from the
trees,
enbranched and tangled
by the moments that encamp
in the siege of thoughts.
On the trunk
we initial the covenant
again.
Time holds you,
heroine in enchanted chains,
as I last saw you
in the decade of minutes
ago.
You are a changeling
a day-night dreaming
conjuration
on the threshold of touch
but my hands are gloved.
You cast no shadow in the
mirror
but your reflection gilds
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