today something moves
listens, whispers, while I hang loose
like the eclipsed moon
*
a kind of absence
within a presence – a sigh in
the wake of suspense –
*
a neglected thought
of want and desire – freed
from its source – absorbed
*
by the invisible
heart of matter – black light
embracing suns
beautiful – well done
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Thanks, D.
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