thinking of you
shining with desperate wings
so many possible words
the dust in your hair and the petals
falling from the riddle sky
because a day
comes after another day
as if past and future
actually exist
and all the people are
sadly and beautifully dissolved
into the rearview mirror, mirror
because every day
deep in the sky
another window opens
recurrent signals flow
back to the one who is left
and all the stars are singing
of a strange forbidden boundary
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