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  on a theme by epilepsy

"let me sleep in the wilderness"

hide out as angels
alurch upon the rim

blessings to receive the moon
in luxury
and luxury by happenstance
tiptoes before
all asundered

forgetting to the same
direction as sand rotates
recurring climates dark
unfurling light

could I zig
zag out the other
the memories to serve
me right

if the desert safely
has no heart
then hunt
by rote and charm

the world wider
than words
and outside this poem...

bending as
the fountain blends

—Simon Field
   © 1997