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dust ladders.

touch deep time. this desert night
is silver-tinged, and silent.
you climb dust ladders into the light
and i am early morning freeway speeding,
west through the mojave.
just a beaming string of refulgent headlights
piercing two inky infinities.
we are all suspended somewhere in-between.

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