Curled waves

washed footsteps

and melted down sands

into flat unnamed moon dust,

identity

smoothed back to

nothingness

by pre-ordained pulsing.

(Kit Perriman)

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SPELLCASTER: ONE

A molten sphere

slid off

the raw edge of evening

like a thumb-spun doubloon

arching the air

before

sinking below denim fields.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

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