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both ephemeral and immortal,
just like wonder.
a faint glowing you saw once in the night, that you can now only doubt,
if you are to go on,
in the same way each day requires.
Transfixed on it, others have starved, others have forsaken the tired love of their peers and sought
a twinkling which always
just evades their words, or statues,
or sudden impulsive kissing
of the sky and rain, and even
the flirting
wink given to the moon when in a solitude no one can question.
Somedays others give you that look,
somedays the shower is warm
and squirmy,
somedays the rhythm presupposes
dancing. Somedays you're in the midst of it, and you can stop searching, you can weep openly,
you can, you can cry now without
fear of dying.
And somedays no one understands.
Cuz it's all in you, and it's all in the distance, retiring horizons,
remasking dreams, advancing
in a wind leaving you,
a center pulled in so many
flittering directions,
in itself, in its dreams.
And then it all seems a blinking
losing control.
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