Work is like an island in an ocean of time
Landing on this shore felt like paradise
But the island is small and quickly grows boring
I am standing in the water, looking out as I work
...
There is no strength for such as us,
no weakness, no will to live or die
just the impressions of willingness
the choice to get up, or let lie
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The casual hair toss,
The playful look over the shoulder,
The bold leveling of the eyes,
The laughter that comes so easily and so effervescently,
...
In a word, confusion
chemical collusion
gratified illusion
empty, grand delusion
...
And so we say goodbye,
with the connotation,
that we shall never
see this moment again
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I love your expressions
the way they hesitate to change
as if judging whether to or not
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Green flurries of folly flip and scurry about
into my tender grasp so that I can hold them
and mold them into the precision I need
...
These fields are fallow now
where we once sowed our seeds
and the trees bloomed in spring
with the grass below them green.
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