Untitled Poem XIX

Stilted face, propped by prods

Sleeping eyes beneath pearl silk

In a white, ocean of sand

An eternal kingdom without motion

A canoe boiling beneath cloudless sky

Out in the nebula, a shadow of moon

Among sapphire nothingness

And sleep continues, while time haunts

The evanescence of birth

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