for fleeting moments you hang,
all charcoal and fire.
you remind me to be...
like a floating wisp,
a calligrapher's light touch.
something lies behind and beyond,
the still beauty of me.
act two shows me more.
orbital brilliance.
a shotgun blasts into blackness.
white gems above your stage.
how deep do we go?
photo: golden bay, new zealand. january 2010.
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