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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Laurinda Lind

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Mineral Spirits

The lights inside the voice
drop down through water

where weeds grab the words
and shadows run to colors

that climb through the pulse
gathered at this point rinsed

clean and fluent as if
every life is an orebed

rendering its own rough rhythm
into groundwater into gold