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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