Dawn marks the wall
a thin flange of
off-blue
An imagined
silence
Always an imagined
silence
The speed
at which sleep’s
fogged dialog withers
into the present
noun-scape
This rift valley
A volley of
seasonal beacons
Window
where mind
finds orbit
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All a world can do
is appear
Glare
echoes glare—
the window
intones
A room
whose walls
warp with sun
What’s seen
is dreamed
We think
ourselves here