Night
eye heard stuttered
it went out -- (opening rotating)
shuttered.
An expanse closed in
once again never before
each thing stayed there
refusing refusal, refuse.
Profuse, well,
the hole that lipped its perimeter
crystal skeletal
dense mundane-ness sifting back
with the power of a flicker,
a stand.

It is there, again
it is there, again
it is there, again

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©2007 by Greg Macon