similar sinking to two summers ago
(last summer caught only surface reflections)
for a moment - at home - becoming in like of winter
here, in second realms knowing
I am certainly made of light
shutters opening on all things alive
that which I knew at fourteen suddenly regains its attractiveness
it followed me to dance school but I was not allowed it for ideas
here I can tie together both my knowings
and this would be the best sight my eyes could hold today
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