chasms these
we no longer
need to plumb
more than a heart
in the sun has set
more than a sun
for hills to recall
when to night
the sea returns
and sleep returns
of us too some dust
on your wings you bear
in your endless flight
you
cruising flame of chaos
conjurer of space
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written years ago, returning here to echo 'the black hole'
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