Soft July
Clouds of ghost nothings
evaporating across the dark
Sun:
stubborn.
Stars,
free, warm, dancing.
Crying.
Skirts. Women
Eyes closed, no need.
Mouth open, tasting
misty movement.
Soft, flowing ecstasy.
Everything is one thing.
No need for anything.
Good in nothingness.
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