An unseasonable difference

the bouquet of destiny

crowded within

the magic of sleep

the region between

unknown footsteps

unsure voices

while the fullness

of gravity

prevents the ability

for touch


this unexplained

element of drama

remains bazaar

where particles of words

raise the curtain

on another morning



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