№ 81


.               pairing our time
. .             with the slow, steady cycle
.               — winter, spring, summer,
. .             fall –; watching the world
.               drift in and out
. .             of shadow; from dusk
.               until dawn, fingers interlaced
. .             and alive
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. .               in our now
.             we feel the tender
. .               burden of passion
.             and pleasure, the tumult
. .               of unspoken fears,
.             so clearly, so wholly…
. .               all so easily
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. .            on it goes,
.               the ticking.
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. .            it reminds us:
.               every moment is ours;
. .            every shadow sees the light
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