The Alchemy of Light
A short, fat, season's greeting from my den to yours
I was under water with you in outer space.
We were free falling, floating.
Paddling, flying.
Chased by clouds and sand.
Rutterless.
In the bottomless, topless
table
called, Time.
We pulled our skin off and dined
on one old
shark with a bitter rind.
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