Aerial Kabuki

Cedar saplings
precise as tinkers toys
stretch from root strings
toward denim-tinted sky.

Satellites skip cracks of time
track in and out ~
compound chaos of the stars ~
light the way for nacred moons.

The chamber of tomorrow
waits on a groove of air
where stairs like Escher's
carry all that disappears.








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