to the wind that doesn't know your name,
riding serpentine sidewalks
smelling all the urine of the gods,
the shade of a shouted prayer,
taking the dust mask
through a labyrinth of sacred stone,
born brother
to the flicker of a long and curving pathway,
whipping around the planetoid brain
that is a restless hive
each rafter with its row of nests
the barn where I lurked to thaw
become eternal.
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