Tuesday, August 12, 2014

64 x 15 (Song:Cycle)

The arc, the circle, the cycle, the sense
of a season ending, the silence, the held
breath, the sun setting, shadows stretching, soft shadows
turning dark, the air going still, temperature falling;
the sense that it is all happening again,
that we've been here before (what will be
will be), that whatever we might have wished,

this is where we have wound up again.

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