Awakened
by a whisper
to the range of a distant star
I trimmed my scope,
my attitude,
long laggard and buttressed
by complancey,
a ruin-go-round exiatence,
short as futile,
mean as narrow,
farewell kisses
my only
pier.
An turn
vaulted existence
shifting energies
in spaces and masses
the swarming dreams glad,
trooping
gay silks
of stars.
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