In nature’s most neglected spot the arch to you begins. A lonely man up on a mountain might perceive this arch a natural occurrence like thunder or the wind the wind that stings my cheeks the thunder that split us apart or threw us together I sing for the echo in these hills where hollow notes roll out and crash into themselves returning the lonely stars are far apart but we are separate by only lifetimes think of it by looking at us from a place above all space you see how close we really are a double star in one star merging your distant flame would burn my face does the earth register shock waves in clay ridges rock sulfur crystals of quartz shot with silver the sky was sprung from some well infinitely blue We have touched across the desert we have sped ahead of the storm and our caress is emptiness with colors.
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