I run barefoot, bareleg, bareall,
Across a glacier I created in the desert
In the blue white heat of the midday moon

Small red birds flock with me
Humming in chords as the light,
The light plays havoc with their wings

My hair flies back from my head and grows and grows
Flies back from my back, from the backs of my arms
I am a prayer flag of silver hair that glimmers, and vanishes

I run to the edge of the glacier
Blue and cold, orange where it sees the sand,
The edge recedes away to not quite the horizon

I created the glacier, the desert,
The birds, the moon, the silver hair,
I created the edge I can never reach

And I run.

a sight for my eyes, you and your write!

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