look
long valley
before night is

light
I am
not like moves

into
me and
skin no barrier

pink
transparent gold
better than god

you
can reach
because I have

felt
atoms mingle
or flutters breeze

skin
fine coaxed
planet hairs surprise

darkness
gets greener
the storm arrives

need
to cross
machine or dog

bowls
light empty
time takes slow

hours
repeat never
the same even

sleep
as valley
rustle up dark

up
night stars
full of names

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