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Imagine reading books Of simple whitespace Like text not seen yet launched in Sturdy arias from dark paper; Building blocks of whispered words Empty lines in frantic hand.

Wind funnels sand up dry dunes Swirling hills and crafty valleys Give thanks to open space Hidden among the grains, To reach out And hold the land.

Wizened elder eyes Look back on furious days; Remember churning torrents While pools of quiet reflection Stand by unnoticed Under graceful willow trees.

From soaring rocky spires To ripples in still water Things not there call out Wanting us with open eyes To see our bonds unbroken In absence, what we have.

It may not be an infinity of stars, The rumbling passage of deep time, Or the incandescence of the sun, But the quiet heart knows In the space between two souls That it is love, And it is enough.