~bent on nostalgia
semi-darkness recedes to another plum-colored dawn the fraying sun collects in splotches
of light it's been a decade or more since
I've returned to this hour this yesterday or perhaps it was the day before small hours accumulate quickly, the same way ivy prefers to branch east uncurl like a gossiping wind everything here is the same yet, everything is different I stand perfectly still in the then decipher its edges study the angle of its root, examine the blueprint left behind that message in pressed ink its logic, its permanence the ambrosia the resurrection lah 1.7.14 ©®
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