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Edgewise secret and serene
In oblique perception--
In the directed gaze,
Obliteration.
.
Her cheekbone's beach stone rounded,
Deformed in laughter
Hid in the garden air,
Near lost in misapprehension.
.
In the space between the words
Speak the eye and gesture
With obedience single to none,
But unwrought signal to one.