Spreaded

Large and tiny too
buttes and book cliffs
making adjustments
for the rising shifting
song of morning angles
rays headlong around hills
ramifications of illumined
molecules trickily hovering
over dull unlit clay and
charged treasure streamed
from ninety three million
dark points eastward
exactly how my waking
dreams needled together
words for birds and types
for classes and blue beads
for most of the moments
yesterday gave me, gifts
suddenly present out of
ninety three million
years of promising dawns
unboxed unwrapped
imperceptibly large
and tiny too, spread
my my gaze across
the desert.

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