The dip in the
book
where ink gathers
to explode
the traces of
places been & faces seen,
to reinvent every
missing moment.
gets the time right
to offer a smile,
offers advice when
it isn’t even needed,
struggles to keep
her own counsel.
takes flight upon
starlight’s ocean streams,
a-wandering in and
out of time,
seeks to reorder
the crazy things she’s seen.
so no implosions,
only happy endings.
Meaning lies in
the waking hour,
but it’s groundless
when she forgets to dream.
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