that the ephemeral light
of the lengthening afternoon
can push me around with
such easy impunity.
How dare it
make me feel
so many lost, wordless
experiences from times
I no longer know
and selves
I no longer am.
What right does it have
to grip my heart this way
and make me want
to lose myself
in an illuminated dream
that blurs the line between
the past and infinity?
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