somewhere it's almost dawn
looking outside the clear glasses
light flickering in the distance
a body moves in white sheets
with leftovers of sand
and petals of lavender
somewhere a voice gets lost in the crowd
a phone rings
the lights of dawn evaporate
dissolve
dominate
nothing to remember
nothing to repeat
nothing to structure
how long before the sun blinds your eyes?
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- Andromeda
- All that I fashion/ all that I make/ all that I build/ all that I break/ all that I measure/ all that I steal/all that I reason/ all that I sense/all that I speak/ all that I dress up is all that I can('t) leave behind (paraphrasing U2)
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