i can, you can,

In hallowed space

of small relief

at ends of spinning


Beyond all thought

of what may be

and what may come

from here

In soft steel light

of tortured sun

and sweet

forgotten moon

I turn in hopes

of hopeful heart

who holds my own

in tune..

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