12th Main

Little histories
drenched with dissonance,
On the far shores of reason
and a perfect world

Drift closer
And drift apart

On the ebb &
On the flow

In a world of chasing swaying shadows,
At the ends of the tree and the stone

Do you see it too?
Yet distant from your eyes
And did you look up?
Just to find

No beginnings &
No ends

But the musings of a summer
With two moons in the sky

Late Evening
March 12th, 2016

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