from first sleep,
seen in a mirror
butterflies across waves,
hidden springs
in dried out valleys
covered with broken
twigs and salt,
a snake dreaming
in golden grass,
motionless lizards
guarding stones,
a wind of light
caressing caves
and sleepy dogs,
tickling ants
carrying their eggs,
moving the shadow of
a cloud in the desert,
crystallized energy
marking possible birth
and tracks in the sand:
i must have stopped
breathing
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