Micropoetry 4-27-2020

water beneath the moon
that feeds this arid land
where we live on stars

in the smooth
rock sand grains
where we fall
to where it all

dried up tears
in the red rust
of imagination

light between light
we walk the particles
of infinity

washed to shore
never pure
in another man’s eyes

code written
in the sedimentary lines
of human lives

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