The desert horizon
In ochre and dust
Underlines the sunset
Overhangs the night

We steal the minutes
Between waking and dreams
Place them in albums
Between the pages of sleep

The vertical curtain
In glass and reflection
Exclaims to the sunrise
Cautions the day

We pay back in kind
What we never have owned
Numbers balance-sheeted
In the book of belonging

April 2012

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