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Another Time


Both old and new thou must review,

changing pink to red

 

Those poorly formed, to stay forlorn,

hiding in their beds

 

Begin then end, begin again,

on chance the meaning fed

 

Whose banquet serves another time

—a feast eternal spread

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

 

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