looking out into
all the possibilities
the endless night sky
scattered with stars
all the knowledge
enclosed in the smell
of old books when
you were young
the bare turned soil
in the warming April days
a glimpse into what
the subconscious needs
to unload after eyelids close
what's said or done
after lips have met and parted
the next step after
the last one is taken
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