here, there, everywhere

there’s something
too beautiful about mountains
that could begin and end
in the sanctum of silence
but it never does.
the way deep-sky stories
quietly reflect
piano mist and reveries
of butterfly nebulas.
defying the notion of time,
erasing a million miles
into his dusky smiles

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