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A wooden table...
Planks of wood, bolted
on a black metal frame...
Bolt-heads bruised somewhat:
A dark eye, rounding
an eclipsed planet
orbiting a night sphere
partly occluding
a burnished brown light...
Dampness, darkening
the dry wood, spreads out
from each bolt spindle... The poor beyond walls
Wood fiber up close
showing fine detail;
cracks along the grain,
stains and miasmas,
ruptures and splitting,
seeing by dim light;
crevasses, adits,
caves and souterrains;
shapes in thick sea mist...
Line smoothed into wash...
Backdrop and foreground...
The end of a world
on all four made sides...
The table remains:
what's left of forest
turned to house chattel...
enlarged by constructs
an environment...
a fabrication
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