May 30
All that's fleeting
disappears
into us--until
the foreground
lifts.
In answer to
where does it all
go--never more
there to the
contrary.
disappears
into us--until
the foreground
lifts.
In answer to
where does it all
go--never more
there to the
contrary.
(NYC)
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