A ritual with friends,

an open meadow under

a night sky, lying back

tracing stars as clouds divide

and uncounted winds

slip away

we inherit

the oblivion,

nourishing curiosity

as the orbits of eyes

absorb the greatness.


Slowly, with hesitation,

we leave a memory of


and the dampness of

our words,

until once again together.




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