"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."
~ Mary Oliver
Lines bleed into lines
Time and tension between breaths
Rotating spheres with similar regrets
Interchangeable eyes
Posing questions of consequence
The music plays
The melody stays
The beat sustains
The lyrical change
A blind pirouette
Dalliance and doubt
Charades and musical chairs with vodka and gin
Whose bed are you in?
With eyes closed there is no sin
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