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Poetry
Exchanging
Identities
the
night sand is a scattered and wounded sea
and
the ocean surf joyful eruptions of grains breaking the sand’s darkness
and
evening is a triumphant ocean of swallowed lights,
the
city an island struggling against fringes of dissipating glow
but
the twilight sky is a metropolis of island-lamps on sedimentary sea,
and
the rocks of the shore are mountains clinging upside down onto sky of sand
my
feet are lost in your cloud-like mountains,
your
head is taken up into my mountains of cloud