a narrow chasm
with which to slip
to him for all time
through old centuries
through the dust & brine
of charms & lights
of all life found divine
a devoted death
of I
will soothe her softly
blindfolded eyes
all the tears she cries
slipping through
to you
all the colored spectrum
dancing magic colors
they all paint our eyes
through & through this time
into over through
this divide
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