c1972

time again
softsand wandering
away from
silent brigades
of secret renegades
only thinking,
me, remembering
tomorrow
walking every other
frame in softsand
brushing white pines
instead of people
time-again.
the crucifixion
of months.
hanging memories
on fading
rose-horizon dusks
over with.

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