dancing on the edge
of a realization
synapse
tongue
the space between our faces
the secret
unfolding fully
a script, fleshed out
developed then executed
the song
of an aimless troubadour
finding love only in rejection
spins on vinyl
a limited edition printing
an album that cannot be found
anywhere anymore
never could nor could have been
yet here, in the sounds of crackling flames
the cracking of our aging bodies
the crumbling of lost civilizations
the coming of a savior sun
rising today ever and foremost
in the glimmer of your eye
glint of steel-struck flint
glow of embers
slowing dying
forgetting their flame
fumbling, foaming, flying
into endless rebirth
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