The sun conceives ground
curled north enough
to move stars
longitudes that must
be plod alone.
Each left stroke
ignites summer
swells the sky.
The air
a benediction
of immutable days
questioned.
Calm
transparency.
Wholeness is chosen
then remembered
fluid.
Words lie
past care
altogether
so we are silent
and sacred
and solitary
on the rocks.
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