CRYPT. Cool marble, dim light. Over the threshold, I see a bright
POPPY field, not hushed, not inward, just alive.
POISEd between the two I know that
FLESH is as grass, and grass fades. But first, grass is a green bed for poppies.
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Whew. Those last two lines.
Thanks. I think that was a good DQP day for all of us. Strong words helped.