Passage II
The shift from dark to light
is seamless, sameness,
saneness for Carly:
she accepts it without cry
or whimper, wall less in points
of fact and factors
just the slight fuzz feeling of new-blossomed peaches
mauls the edges a minute bit
when Jensen
meanders past the meager cell
in the library Carly maintains
until anything of slightest salamander
redrawings wanders and wonders along.
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