another floating day
with images of my past
and the sounds that preserved them
caught in the tapping tangle
of bare branches and certain plays
of light against the buildings
and how could anything matter
on this day beyond our mere control
that can only chip and nick
surfaces we chosen for our contact
with the matter that encases us?
you can lie with your mouth but not with your heart
our petty damages hurt only us in the long run
and will not happen if you but float with the day...
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