23 July 2015


a crystal basin guarded by mountains old as anything

the borders of an age before language

the drifting silence that fills a heart as full as a universe 

visions of lost time and wandering light

there and not there

a shadow memory of past lives

uncertain fragments

the beauty of nowhere and nothing

so close to real absence

and wind

lost in the mirage of the void

there are no ghosts of anything here

here there is no death

only disappearance

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