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The low sky of the afternoon

drops in the dark waters

solitude of the moment

enchants sounds and colors

into the asymmetry

of noneremembrance

the carnival of ever changing things

floods the blindness in every breath

the unknown snarls

flushing bare canines

from the gapping mouth of the full moon

we stare into each other’s eyes

so distant so close

different

and the same under

the tent of blooming stars

the silence of their gaze awakens me

the fresh and gentle wind of the past

touches my face

and the kiss on my lips

tastes like the sea

always fresh

never forgotten

c:NKO 6/17/13