in the silence

of what we hold on to

shimmering dimly on
the landscape’s edge
wrapped by milky stars
while Scorpio’s tail rises
to sting approaching
night with revelation
another silent epiphany
while walking alone
the river’s muddy bank
coyotes call the heavens
an image froze the hour
even the jester cries

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