Take the sky and wait a while
When it blooms
Fly long miles from here inside
A beating heart
Close enough
Lives myself and me
And someone else
Who shares nothing
But death
And breath
And all those things we've forgotten.
He, me, she; we are they,
Him (us are them.)
Trees.
Don't forget.
On way to the foreclosed bookstore,
To the dying doctor's, what's ailing you?
What's breaking inside of you?
Let go.
In the never end
what is control
but a panicked rushing towards
an eternity of nothing?
There is nothing as essential as what I find when I stop and see your smile
And
The leaves in their forever falling.
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