breaths of the physical

given that grace is ever drawn

from a veiled vein reserve

patched by a sky we can never surprise

this human thing

an art of sentiment

there is some chemistry of time

between us

while we falter and figure

into words which way is up

attempting cartwheels. laughing sandy.

but (we think)

real

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