I'm slipping up from the dark
My teeth have all been broken
They pierce like needles now
Cradled by nowhere
Massive landscape,
no color and thin
The weight of the rain that the bones let in
I
fix my gaze in between the clouds
Just a single break, resonant and loud
Long
enough awake I stay and resolve decays Along with the day,
prime time now
And becoming reclusive What better place than in Massachusetts
Moon
prowling in
Silence
hangs An empty sky
On
Monastery Day
This morning I was flat out
Mixing colors in thin space
Cradled by nowhere
Cross the horizon and go on
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