Quiet Places

Quiet places,
    Attic of the spider's nest
    Warm, dark beam of light
    Dusty, settled still and fine 
    Nothing in the husk of night

Empty places,
    Cockroach crossroads
    Useless patio of stone
    Blinds drawn tight, but for a sliver
    In the house, all overgrown

Old place,
    Sun-baked, ever-dying land
    Summoning the laughing jackal
    Summoning the shiftless ghosts
    Of the invaded tabernacle

Lonely place,
    One sun, one moon, one stone,
    One bird, one fish, one ox,
    One man and woman: naive children
    Dashed upon the rocks

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