at the furthest reaches of our flights
our feint orbits
might have got us closer
closer
yet
but a momentary pause
and we did only stare
then
lost our balance
and we sent spinning
as the sea
with it's monotonous keep
lapped and trod each wave of sand
along the beach
smoothed it out
but memory
he could not reach
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