What the turnstile said
to the whirlwind
under the snow-full moon
where the pilgrim's eyes
were opened
Jacob's well
Standing stone
infinite circle
where water overflows
Sunset a door
a thin line
on the horizon
Dreams beyond the beyond
an infinite circle
in the pilgrim's eyes
A thin skyline
a bottomless well
echoing whirlwind
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