A Dream of Saturn

Goodnight, Martha Heater;
the Silence is coming soon.

Face the music.
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Coming through a door;
flying like a feather in a wind; flashing sky: love is.

Speak the sound the rain makes.

Emptying a shell into the air;
blowing the clouds about with a sigh; flashing sea: life is.

Ascending the ladder to Saturn
a beacon's light goes to sleep;

leaping from its heart

a dream.

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