Odyssey

The light dimples as it hits
the window. Isometric fissures spread
on a matte plane. Today is my favorite
kind of day. Night opens, light

concedes to silence: we’ve all taken
part; retreated. Red light out of
a blue sky; rags dipped in mineral
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