Under The Tapestry

pinholes mark the territory
to which we gaze in reverie

and we taste so solemnly
these lights are a fantasy

find height without urgency
we stroll to a sandpit rivalry

break dance in a worming
revelry; to this we are just human

riotous like streaming satellite
to an inch we’re made to close our eyes

this is the greatest show and it
glows and it glows and it glows

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