We flee to the islands
Of our patios and pools
We desert people
In thrall to the permanent
Blue and dazzling sky
We love and fear the rising warmth
That carries us upward into evenings
We come back to the blazing stars
We see space doesn’t really exist
That nothing not even a cactus needle
Separates anything from anything
We are extinguished a little
And know the sun
Alone is alive
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