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Secret poems written = 1 of 45 (and growing).

Moving Mountains

 

The light casts mountains to blue shadows

which only fall because they’re afraid

of heights. There’s a shine in the trails of

aeroplanes. It’s caught in a glass of

water which reflects windows in this

room where light thoughts float above dark ones

 

light thoughts beneath dark ones sink in this

room where out of glass water dimness

the shadows’ dance reflects through windows

trails are pulled back into aeroplanes

the sun is unshone. A jig like flames

of dark bravery in mountains, shifting.

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