turning the
page over a new leaf
we eat grief
for breakfast
hope for a
dessert that’s just
but not only
or barely or not
all of the
forecasts are downtracked and upsold
we’re
rolling over the truths
exploring easy
use and smell of sense
taste and
see what’s ahead
let with my
eyes in those days
in some ways
there’s no change
rearranging
syntax to counteract the ache
a heart that
departs to wander
wondering
after loneliness
missing all
the light points
to stars to
constellations
the sense of
expectation at such heights
brightening
context and
sleeping at
the wheel
pen in hand
here highly
resolved to solve the dilemma
can ya and
would ya and why
how far is
it to when
how soon is
it to never
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