Aging moth holes in a black canopy
beam light from far beyond
A cloud, veil of vanity
moon reflects on mirror's pond
Songs of primitive memory
played on cricket's legs
The tune of a loon in night's ebony
emerge from phoenix eggs
Star's drizzled beams
leak wisdom from above
in drips that form pools of dreams
bleeding streams of distant love
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