Contemplation,
undemanding as sleep,

keeping the nightmares in
with the lights out, unrevealing,

until the head remembers
and the summer sings,
brightly, upon keloid scars,
like Braille,
stubbornly unfading.

The view is nice from here, for a while.

The myriad of bathers
circle once
in joyous resplendence,
then disappear.

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