The metal bands of a wedding ring
The sites seen through a tv screen
The route blurred when we quit to talk
The mouths stirred under Christmas fog
Because the weight of the snow matched the lines on the road
The one we took for detour
Last spoke on the see saw
New thoughts on humility
Kept shut in a dinner room
Much luck waiting for lashes bloom
I think the feeling is close to a silhouette
Roaming naked through a mall outlet
Hearing whispers and skipping silver
A carp swam up the river
To meet
A tree, my feet
Sprawled out on the tile floor
Webbed foot body pressing on a door
And arms to my side
The barber cut off my pride
Long hairs divided
Now no surprises
An uprise is what I eyed
It's what I saw
A hunkered down bicycle
Rusty pedals taken by the brush
The branches intertwined while the sunset slithered by
Two lights passed throughout
One source call it an only resource
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