The mind may go
The mind will come
Yellow news hit upon the narrowing of thought

Suspicions of brevity strike me down
Love, yesterly in my pocket like a kindergarten crayon
Without, one more, without

Tired hands, but no loss of reason
Tired eyes, but no loss of love
Tired body, but no loss of fragility

Without, one more, without...

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