a skater in a dreamless eight,
full-circle swift in always time,
the leaf, so fine, in ever shine.
return always, this blue-wash fate,
the time of us, our always being,
a wreck strewn on a splice of living.
dawn’s disguise of the dark we’ve seen,
rewash in blue, we try to begin again,
knowing things will always end the same.
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