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Remember that lines still run through nowhere,
that a desert can be paradise for a cactus.
 
The lovewater you seek can bleed from your bites,
but only if you try. Call the negative space
positive space and see if the universe notices.
 
Someday I will lie down in my mirage and drink
from my dreams until the sun reduces me to dust.

(Originally appeared in right hand pointing, issue 110)