write its prayers into a higher ground,
may the empty heights
reflect the mirror of the heavens
clouds of blue and skies of yellow dust
the shine of an unshared park bench
rails of granite up against
the swollen pond's frozen beach
the reach of jagged paths
diamond eyed owls
in the hard fought woods
footprints of marble radiance
along the glowing green intertwined
of falling and rising trees
in sheaths of erotic moss
bright city's distant glaze
an ice bouquet of water torches
frayed rind of its light
on insistent gray
as the tracks to eternity fade
under the dome of days.
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