our footsteps lost to the drizzle and grey
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spring bodies alternate between sepia and grey
lost in the rushed river flow coffee turns cold
dusk we imagine buddha dancing in the rain
standing absolutely still in paradise
at dawn light spears pierce the retreating dark
rock bottom or infinite skies- choices we make
concrete’s edge man and beast have taken the leap
the mayfly’s very existence is a eulogy
sun blaze how many dare gaze into its soul