POEM: Tumble

Through the fray
Of the infrared
Strokes the steps
Sift the dew

I sip the new
Hour, flanked
My the sun and moon

My heart hopes
Like a fall leaf
Clings to wind

On this side
I beg for joy
And grace

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Prisoner of wind
That wafts my friends
To far away places

The bunsen burns
As my eyes turn
White from these new faces

As I loath being left
I cling to the mirth
Crumbs shifting

Palm craters collect
As I resurrect
A new breath

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