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Wind erases our footprints on a transverse dune.

A yellow yolk of sun drops below the horizon

as a white moon rises. Claret cup cactus

blooms in white sand, while soaptree yuccas

move as a dune moves. The mind reduces a pond

to a luminous green speck and enlarges

a flecked Amanita muscaria cap into a cosmos.

Running my hand along the curve of your waist,

I wonder if knowledge is a form of anamnesis.

When I pour warm water down your spine,

a Boletus barrowsii releases spores into air.

As a stone drops into a pool and red koi

swim toward the point of impact, we set

a yarrow stalk aside and throw Duration,

glimpse a spiral of bats ascending out of a cave;

one by one they flare off into indigo air.