Tine
Soft through gentle nothing, silence; living, seen to none, but known
as seven chimes that all but moving
leave the space
to hum.
High space above and widespread clatter; touch upon the grass and sky
drumming softly, all but sounding
nothing moves
tonight.
Ring seven chimes to hear the moonlight; shattered rays upon your face
in soft and all but gentle nothing
hum.
Now leave the space.
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