The stones are made of some unknown substance,
white and translucent. I'm lifting them
up from where they're piled and carrying them
across the dewy grass. Carefully, I'm building
a kind of shelter. I watch the walls pile up
on all four sides. I leave a small entrance
and climbing through I listen to the silence
all around. Looking up, I notice
there's no roof. But, no matter, the full moon
has risen and slowly slid across the sky
to fill the space above my head completely.
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2021
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