Ten Mile Night

Standing in the piano-belly night,
stars with padded mallets
struck me with a resonate frequency,
echoed in their lucid gong.
Selenite tears fell across
space on a serpentine curve,
unrestrained in heaven’s
vacant arc; a beach,
melodic with numbers
twisted into notes
released from
their measured cages.
The uneven hearts
of petrified dunes,
half buried on the far hill
gaped open and caved,
the desert bled out
in a psalm.

 

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