a trail marks the place
where we disappeared in air
a set of signs invisible
of cues become divisible
by holy sight or fever
by the moon upon the river
and where we left this place, a treasure
there beyond all mortal measure
a door that sings and seethes and burns
with ancient implication
there a ladder and a window
there behold the secret station

Aug 19, 2012

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