Creation
Rows of houses, leaves in gutters
Slanting shadows half obscuring
Borrowed light from a dying sun
Home of ghosts, papery facade
Twitches inhabit foreground air
Visible to the keen observer
More bits of nothing to disregard.
As if you could.
Assembled on a vacuum base
With faith connecting the floating visions
Which are called life.
Pray, life!
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