That Perfect Nothing

the mountain
swimming in clouds
wreathing grey sheer granite
face, wedding veil lace
shimmering in the distance

and the river
sinewy twisty arrow
shot from austere heights
cataract-ing down
slim and yet so fierce

so present
yet framing that
place distant
that perfect

nothing

that defines all

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