our life will be a mosaic
of chance-cut pixels
of chance-cut pixels
it will have bits of red and blue, silver bows and diamond truths
it will cast a smooth glow in the hues
of our days
it will be roughly delved and mortared with
the stories we will tell ourselves
our hopes will forever run
keenly over the edges
keenly over the edges
let us amble
backwards
leisurely
backwards
leisurely
to discover, slowly,
all of the resolving pictures
that our love all of the resolving pictures
will leave behind
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