Sometimes in darkness
green stays,
be green, and whispers
holding the pane
as if it is its lover’s ears
deaf from the fresh death.
Green is a geometry
fading into an intimate theory
not entirely disproving
what others claim-
it has been here, always, and it was
you who built the fence.
Now the rails pass the moment.
The rails too go and stay at once.

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