a quiet writing room

portlight steady [
]otherwise?

sails we lay down and yet[ ]
upon the vast deep:
a song
— echoing chasms
and the gentle tail of starwater.

we, tipper-timbre, long stalks dreaming
in evergreen coats
...filled with quiet smoke[

]hold on, hold on, hold on:
fresh, sweet, cold; glittering.

[#2025dec the 17th, #fragment]