“The White Street”
Your steps have brought you to the edges,
to an open place, an empty street
in the immemorial eyes of a dream.
It is a white street. Between high walls
the sky spills out, and there’s no longer anyone
in the muteness of the air. In the silence,
untouched,
all shall be fulfilled.
And you flow through the dream, through the etched light.
Words grow quiet, you walk along the white street.
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