Sky eye, so high, flutters like birds between
shadows flicking over earthen crevasses,
open to such advances. This hunger, apparent.
\The landscape, licked by clouds, slides slowly
along under the sky's forceful hand. Lightly
brushing along this ground, the air fills
\with the sweet smell of fruit-just-picked,
blackberries bursting, ah, on the tongue,
neatly between the clouds, its teeth bared
\and ready to devour anything.

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