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on a theme by epilepsy
"let me sleep in the wilderness"
hide out as angels
alurch upon the rim
blessings to receive the moon
in luxury
and luxury by happenstance
tiptoes before
all asundered
forgetting to the same
direction as sand rotates
recurring climates dark
unfurling light
could I zig
zag out the other
side
select
the memories to serve
me right
if the desert safely
has no heart
then hunt
by rote and charm
the world wider
than words
and outside this poem...
bending as
the fountain blends
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