3 deuces up on the scoreboard

these persistent memories…

dreams drowning into lakes

choices washed from our eyes

breath clenched in anticipation

here,

dualities somehow merge into one

while time itself ceases to unfold

into minutes, still

believing the simple spirit calms

leaving hearts to simply beat,

less unrest in the air of things

seems we have been walking

along a thin tight rope,

stretched across a useless canyon

here, now paused inside this confession,

we might just stop a moment

to breath,

after all

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