It is all light - points
and dashes -
gold and green and red,
and spinning black, gray, rust
between,
ancient, much of it,
antique, some;
and clear, some,
or pulsing
with the rhythms
of things
that pass,
or carry.
Those beds of wide grass,
fat with water,
stars
and the moon
upside down upon them.
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