We misplaced our shadows in the night
as the house turned.
The dry creek bed filled with sky—
a wash punctuated
with thistle heads
softened with rabbit brush.
Weak things were swept away
by water impregnated with ash.
I stood above you.
Silent.
A being crouched slightly
then stretching the universe itself.
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