you were in every room and each room had a light of its own
in the living room the protean light of the future in the kitchen the busy light of childhood in the bedroom the physical light of remembrance in the attic the muffled light of crossroads
the sea turned into a desert the house to a bird the color of the sky which lifted itself on wings of wind leaving you among the skulls and cactus
with gold to curse at
love to curse with
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