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another day –
a current slower
than the years
have washed away
I used to wade
from here to heaven
seeking signs –
a cause to stay
for a lifetime
I was patient
pulling starlight
from my hair
came a night
you sought to dream
and found me there
a slower breath
uneven whispers
floating soft above
the foam
you were my
one consolation
when there was
nothing more
to know

. . .