I am aware,
That the time
between us is limited.
Water, sand and time all trickle.
we share clocks and calendars in the ether,
So, okay for indefinite fixtures that soon grow wild,
sleep, or waiting(waxing), no wings are grown or aligned, unspoken/unfurled,
murdered and wise where fishes' tails drift into memory
Don't be startled,
the cork is off the bottle,
the genie lives,
escaped.
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