The stone still lasts.
A moment now to breathe, to sigh, to sit in silence looking at the light.
It bends, it weaves, its certainties unravel -
so much disillusion, seeping
folds and seams and cracks
I started writing letters
Cavorting with the best of them,
my god, my love
It's hot as hell
let's walk now, through
of the night
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