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Scattered Photons Moon
Full Moon October 24, 2026
Below the sea there is the mouth of a caveIn which all the winds are born.
—Santo Blanco (Seri)
Weather turns the other cheek
Large steel expansion joints widen on the bridge
Certain million year old fish no longer live anywhere
In low light conditions plant morphology shifts
Sky color skin tone plasma urea tears sex juices
Seated meditation directs ———— bellyward
Fine art dust & mug-stains atop thriftstore furniture
Heaped woodchips hedging the garden mouse run
Orange spraypainted arrows on blacktop
Eucalyptus seed caps & gray cloud cover
Wind treks in over old footpaths to scintillate commons
A lifetime of silver breath & no debt incurs if gifted
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