Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Insomnia Divina

No one ever knows the world as well 
as you do. Pine trees pine for nothing. 
In Arizona, everything is all about 
your altitude. Without the ocean though, 
what about the waves? It seems the moon 
shone full and midnight was alive 
with silver dreams about the morning 
in America when dreams were full. 
This light is all about the intermittent 
flashes far beyond the desert emptiness. 
Sometimes coyotes eat the starry night. 
Sometimes the night will talk your ear off. 

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