Cliff
lodge long
over scorched air,
rickety
like house perched
on harelip
of shifty cliff:
grounded only
in grey illusion,
we seemed
to stabilise,
brazening storms
by nightfall -
until rockover
concocts the drop without
foundation
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lodge long
over scorched air,
rickety
like house perched
on harelip
of shifty cliff:
grounded only
in grey illusion,
we seemed
to stabilise,
brazening storms
by nightfall -
until rockover
concocts the drop without
foundation
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