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Thursday, 13 January 2022

Draw Lines

That I love you
Is that I loved you
That I loved you is evidently true

That in creation
We created
That in future we never created again

Here I am
Alone not lonely
Here in a place of forever good fortune

Many leaves
Turn through their colours
It is a season, there along with the others

That I remember
Meeting
Then persuading, yes that I remember

Yes
I am reminded
By another existential mirage