Pure

An aptitude for altitude
Everywhere as a stargaze point
Opulent vistas of the few

Matrix surface – Point to point

Truck keys – Ignition – Open windows: Breeze
A lostness of vast
Beholding unfolding darkened side streets

Green light caressing land of sand: Path

Wave machine
in
between shell swell ears
Gaze into maze of darkness which consumes days

Meditations of smoke
A clearing
in
enshrouding clouds
where orbed
moon
is
Peering
in
apparitions speaking to the seeking: Behold

I place my clothing in a pile/merging into surging September waves
I am pure: I

Am

Pure

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