a dark blanket, thick,

holding infinity above

the beyond and beyond,

absent of time

undisturbed by winds

unmoved by seasons selfish

quarter year demands

or rain touching every hand,

silk soft, with the aroma of clouds,

as I gaze upward into the black

stretched linen at chariots and horses

passing over, collecting wishes

I surrendered over years,

now forgotten



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