2047
6.220
8.viii.25
inventing my own time zone
the weather in the dream, my mood
hear this
edge of a word
and I went back
went back for it – fool’s errand
my two lives meet
there’s trust
or was
I hate to sleep through a sunset
day packed away without my permission
but coming into land
dip wings, check gear
inspect undercarriage
along of myself, all the while
breeze hair
filling the lungs with just where I am
lighting the eyes with day was
wake up to yourself
and then
you don’t believe it, do you?
it’s taken all the time
there ever has been
to come as far as we have
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