metric poetry
connecting letters
asking permission
to rest on each others,
one "go over there"
give me space
a word enough for all
and if there is one more letter
not be the last
still have room
and
go beyond the words
may come another one
to accommodate new letters
continually arriving
to dance at the sound of stars
under the naked night
enlightened by the stars
and by the beautiful moon
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