Obscured by the darkness and hidden away-
A toothy grin yellows, suspended
The flexibility of time is astounding
I'm not the driver tonight
She waits quite impatiently
Mind open like a saucer in the rain
But, in a gust sweet as January
Droplets surge upwards and through her
Sound changes the world
Night is followed by the dawn, and-
No one arises at the urging of the sun
Lifeblood pools at the foot of the bed
Existence seems futile in its circularity
But repetition is the mother of joy
Purchased with conflict and angst
We wander as doves in an endless sky
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