there is a certain slow touch
there is a certain slow touchto this evening folding
all one can wish for
suggestive and swift
there are keyboard players
attacking on the radio
it's all about the basics
magpies bagpipes
welsh herons at the end
a brevity longer than
any shadow falling
this side of sizzling equator
it's all about the amount
the shift the drive the go
the all that will pass
one is a cool break
where lunar tides break
over this side of matter
saturated dipped and worn
there is a finality
in the everything that lives
I remember you and you
glittering like sunny waves
in a gushing memory
I remember and yet I die
with every breath I take
with every move I make
see the I the you
the nothing more in shadows
heading for dusk
no more I no more you
in all that matters
no more more no
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Written on 2015-06-01 at 20:07
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