Up in the unimpeded hollow

Among the stretches of space

There is room for anything

For rings of smoke

For a valley

For Sorrow

Even for the young Desire

you have convinced yourself

No infinity can keep.

 

There’s a gallery of thoughts

Floating on the moon

Where nothing ever stirs

And no wind ever blows

Where thoughts just hang and unfurl

For you to walk among and observe.

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- From Shards of Time