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How dare we all? Go into that night, at all. We who create all the meaning there ever was, and is, and is to come. We who carry life heavy, because it is, and see everything by light, because we are (made of stars). We who compose cities of stars, but don't know, or don't… Continue reading Night
orange on red on sand day-end, a cool breeze arrives, urges the sun to bed, tucks her in under heavy, dark hills shadow boulders shoulder rocks surrounded by vast ripples of the finely crushed: a lineage heat waves sigh and roll over and take the night to dissipate cactus blooms nod stars, thousands, a night… Continue reading A Night Desert
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