a perfect little world that doesn’t really need you
(Laurie Anderson)
I
At evening as air darkens
past shades of indigo into night
watch a bird fly left to right across
a field of vision
lighthouse was a word a kind
of comfort to the sailor but a house
made of light has no word
the full field of vision is a house
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