the morn afloat on sleepless wings
drawn back and forth by silken strings
with bated breath from glimpse to glimpse
delirious the aftermath
from endless depths in all i feel
to answers that these threads reveal
a balance held in the new real
we gain or lose along the path
like motes entangled from afar
this dance so wondrously bizarre
yet in between i'm ever starved
for that which not awaits
and bathed within a sunset's kiss
suspended time in waves of bliss
released into that calm abyss
i dare not entreat fate
(2022)
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