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Saturday, 12/26/2020

Knees-drawn-up doubt
      Hollow out the world, and what do you find?

The blue light lives in me.
      So what?

The hollow lives in me as well.

The world goes nowhere.
The world always went nowhere, but was still
      moving

and beautiful.

Now it just goes nowhere.    I wept
years for the beauty years ago,

returned years later to the desolation
years ago.

Now it is just passed.

But all the world’s inner beauty gone,
the light’s inner beauty, and that of shadow, gone,

the glory of the high peak later reached
and after left in the dust,

the ghosts of dreams worn out time and again,
finally left on the pillow balloon,
years ago,

the making beauty purpose of creating lost with the other reasons,
years ago,

I now pay the cost my ghosts paid for their final floating flight.