At night, the cliff glows,
Pale slab, vague palette,
Great grey-white smear
Ready for any
Human projections.
Wander the roadside
In the dark, some night.
Pick up a pebble
With a broken side.
Feel it with your thumb,
Pebble of gravel.
Cliff a broken stone,
Earth, too, a pebble.
There’s so much that’s not
Too fascinating.
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