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As winter secrets
melt

with the purple
sun,

what is revealed
is electric—

notes tune
unknown scales,

syntax alters
tongues,

terracotta melts
white,

banyan ribbons
into armatures

as branch-roots
twist, meeting

soil in a circle.
Circuits

glazed
under cloth

carry
alphabets

for a calligrapher’s
nib

italicised
in invisible ink,

letters never
posted,

cartographer’s
map, uncharted—

as phrases fold
so do veils.

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