Momentous, like
a wave is crashing somewhere, and
tiny pieces of the Earth are moved and
lost forever.
We were spinning in a violent orbit, the
dust from each collision as
ethereal, as terrible, and as beautiful as ----- (The former as inextricable from
the dust of stars, and my nose as the later from space.)
sometimes that's what we were.
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Easy, like waiting for fall, or
falling.
Easy, like brushing aside a
soft, bright curl.
Easy,
much like the sound of you laughing.
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