Solving for When

we forgot the sun. our eyes closed. our bodies suspect. souveniers of lingering storms.

we spent the dark. the only wealth we had. but it bought us only more of its nothing.

the wind’s generous folds flirted with gravity. negotiating the terms of impact. how hard. how many pieces.

the moments plastic. skin like cement. time’s fragile needle stuck between them.

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