lengthening days a Möbius strip twists into
night fall . . . shadows lengthenour eye contact
drifting deeperinto the scent of autumn . . .that life, and this
autumn wind . . .rain drops spiral throughgalaxies
rain forest — the sound of night gaspingwithin thighs
the silence!darkness encircleseach breath
a nun lingerson the first mystery — all day long
third hour — a leaf falls deeper intoits gasp of stillness
spring fever —the lightness of footstepsfrom the mist
street mural —my shadow stretchesthe truth
clear night: dark brushstrokes enter the inner eye
pregnant pause . . .the redness of a tomatoabout to burst
transit loungebetween nocturnal spasmand the dark night
absent moon —darkness grows heavyon my pen
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