we lost all track of
space and time
the world began to rhyme
and a mourning dove I swear
was cooing ‘Get Lucky’
as if it truly knew how
to take lessons from the zeitgeist
the clouds rolled up their sleeves
after so many sunny mornings
the coming darkness will have to be
particularly wretched
and refreshing for the fearless
like us who know
what love is for
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