ㅁ Fog and trees up the hill below the sky, which is well hidden, but peeks through, pink and gold; the trees' branches like brush strokes, uninvented ideographs, abstract characters drawn against white.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #851 “The writing in the world”
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This nonet, and all the other poems you have written recently, are amazing!