and somehow there becomes a new reality -- splitscreen and the scene develops beyond what the forecast called for -- and I'm all for the sound of new and the how we do getting redone but I'm spun completely -- a word discreetly whispered and I'm counterjacked from the old track onto new -- it's a few days beyond where I thought I'd got to and too many miles from expected to count -- but more than that: my heart is transported and everything else is ordered and disordered in its own new time -- a new rhyme to our rhythm and a new meter now to matter
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