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life goes on
the mark remains

it was remarked that there is no hurry
that we have the rest of the winter
becomes part of the
pattern
a mark on the horizon

could change it for another yet it has become
a mantra

a pause like in breathing
all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
a bit of a collaboration
on twitter and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind
a differing light
shades and all that surrounds
i drew them later
my way
.9.
take note of the numbers,
especially those with 9, as
in 29.

the page is speckled,
left unread mostly these days,
should that dot be approved
and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream
along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.


the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.
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