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On the moon, and other places
A handful of thoughts may suffice--
More if needed sleep in the silence
That inhabits them.
.
For in the desert corridor
Memory's sun is lost in the mote
Yet still the day is patterned on the dune.
Things are small
.
But complication yawns in emptiness
With specter limbs out-stretched--
Til I unfurl myself in the silence in the thought
Plucked from near at hand.