yesterday the sunrise
such a color
I keep trying to go back
~~~
all these miles
did I really think
none of them would change me
~~~
how could her hands
those tiny pinkies
begin to move a sea
~~~
desert winds
arise from nowhere
take away the sky
~~~
are the years more numerous
always grinding boulders into pebbles
pebbles into sand
~~~
You've made promises
I have too
but yours aren't mine and mine aren't yours
~~~
many years are as a second
chance given to a fool
~~~
a trail leads into the forest
much overgrown
through intervening years
~~~
how long will it take
to see that life is a borrowing
I'm only a beggar
~~~
the color red should fit into this somewhere
and its dancing on waters
beneath a setting sun
~~~
weariness overtakes me
as it always does
a sudden noise wakes me
~~~
I see the diagram repeats its arcs and equations
as if this is never going to end
and there's no period represented
~~~
a single tone
sustained by repetitively drawing
a horsehair bow across a wire
~~~
A long time passes
waiting for
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