In a distant Spanish marketplace

A breath passes slow
with ancient feeling.

What use are words,
so quickly spoken?

They remain silent,
behind time’s seal.

Only hilltops know
of desperate howls,

raise and safe as they are.
Another shallow lung.

Slow passing breaths.
With ancient, ancient feeling.

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