and the sun keeps on shining
I want to do something more
but can’t quite put my finger
on it
the lost key
buried in the ground
found by a stroke of luck
the one opening a door that
suddenly appears in the garden
it welcomes a long lost world
expanding like a newborn galaxy
it’s impossible not to cross
the threshold
impossible not to leave
that which had become
comfortably numb
a sort of dalliance if you will
involving the former self
and the endless stars
september two thousand twenty-three
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