Once it was clear to me,
Sunlight in quiet, still,
Reverent bodies. I
Always believed in the
Possible ocean of
Mystery, always could
Look for a secret when
Everything—rivers, stars,
Sand-bottomed deltas of
Childhood and death and dreams
Rattled away from the
Curtain of knowing. Now
Certainty scatters like
Snow. Every ocean of
Sunlight from secrets in
Star-reverence, rivers. I
Rattle away in a
Possible body of
Sand, for a secret when
Dream-deaths of deltas and
Clarity scatter in
Mystery, rivers, snow.


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