Scenery

Woman bathes in emptiness of rock.
Rock falls in emptiness of  morning.

As small holes bath in bigger holes.
Brown bushes bath in the shadows.

Holes have shadows in themselves.
Shadows have no holes in scenery.

There are tiny eruptions in shadows
Like a lizard in a hole quick to catch

The eruptions to eat their emptiness.
We are in hurry to pit two tiny hills

Against infinity of a breathless sky
Before it eats them in its emptiness.

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