Song

To whistle amazement once into a forever wind.

And the light from the sky pooled around us.

We put our hands into it and rubbed it on others, ones distant or gone.

And chance assigned us a time, and our bodies grew.

And we became aware, then our bodies grew tired, and our minds Were taken away.

Yes, some of us have been found, but what's lost often remains forever.

Sometimes in the middle of October an April occurs, and we marvel at green bursting through the papery yellow, then it snows and the sun comes but all across the white page.

And you stand there, dusted in a brightness, moving alone.

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