Like a blade of grass
In the seaside front lawn
The details shine brass
In the murky light at dawn
Like the fade into black
In the awakening of hours
The feelings on attack
In the sudden glow that flowers
In the memory crawl into surprise
Like a twisted tumbling ball of dust
The want of the thrill without the ride
Like the corrosion that love gives lust
Like the connection in an eclipse
In the cold smite horizon line
The eyes are at their crisp
In the moon’s shadow of sunshine
Like being a constant thought
In the emotions that think us
The discovery that things are not
In the time you think you must

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