of profligate prologues
out of the poorly-washed window
on which the inside and
the outside are written
smitten with one another
to put it biblically
a shelf is poised above the sidewalk
bearing a slice of amethyst and a pot
of cactus about to bloom as leap
to feel the taut rope beneath
your feet as you step across
the transparency of the glass
the worlds as closely abutted
as pyramid stones only
a soul could slip through
necessity freely walking the air
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