for it slumbers gently
listen carefully
for the moon whispers
what it can
ice forms within a blistering desert
yet does not melt when
the sun casts its rays
upon the shimmering surface
a subtle hint of laughter emits
within a room of darkness
and becomes crucified
even at its own thought
I give you
somebody else's name
because i do not
know my own
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