we all balance on planks suspended in space
our emotions whirling around us, our edges blurred,
the winds of history blowing through us, from cold to hot,
blustery, the calm pierced by the single note of a flute
vibrating all space, then time, then space-time
it carried a heaviness with it, a solidity then curving
south it picks up speed, changes key, our boundaries reform
and we find each other again, smiling across a shrinking abyss,
our hands can almost touch, I can feel the warmth of your
fingertips.
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