Two Parts of the Very Same Story: Fragments

How the tip of a wing
splits us apart at sunrise;
we are where reality
and illusion meet


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How the light of a street lamp
spreads as only itself does;
the man who steps into, now out of
a light we call

Sacred,

sacred
star.

Seaspray

Arcs,
arcs after water against rocks,
creates crescents
in the moonlight;
all left behind
to prove it

is the shapelessness
of broken lines
in air.