The sky is clear tonight.
So much unknown hides in this blanket of pitch and glass.
Held to the surface of the earth, my breath is
surpressed by the wonder of the expanse.
The air of the ancients inflates my lungs.
I howl like a lunatic under the evanescence!
Curtained windows part as I spin in the driveway.
December 3rd, 2001
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