A game of triangulation
a harmony of chords
poetics of integration
subducting a house of wars
Echoes of incandescence
sharpening time and space
measured meters of footfalls
anyons through distant shores
Nothing is known of darkness
origins it won’t disclose
nothing is heard of silence
matter begins and ends its show
Families fade forever
photographs crumpled in rain
dust has gathered in shadows
so nothing beyond questions remain
Fields are stages of forever
hosts for layers of things
with the applause of one hand clapping
shapes of colorful dreams.

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