Bridges

She burst through

the pallid moonscape with a breathless

summer kiss

Lingering

upon her lips

Feeding our hermetic appetites

folding into the bliss of unity

allowing the harvest of ashes to be taken up

by those who

lit the match

Historical hysteria

finds no foothold here

too little time and far much more to

Be

Reflections caught within

a sidelong glance of crashing

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