the sky is full of holes today
that match those in my head
occasionally i shoot right through
to infinite espace
not a place or a figure
not a plane drawn on a page
not an odorant or colorant
or a dreamworld i create
just espace simple
a moment i become
a peace beyond my thought waves
a miracle of love
like an arrow shot into the air
i know not where i'm bound
but i do not regret the day
that something shot me there
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