When the light changes
At the exhale of the sun
Every moment parades by to say “remember and record”
And I place the echoes in leather pouches like gems to be counted and caressed later
As the rays stretch long, eye-level, and drowsy
What was refracts plaintive
A mirror with delay and you know, reflection
And I collect myself in again, sigh for the night
The day, even the lovely day, is full of fighting…eliot says too estatic… I think too bright
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