Time is not a liar. The motion’s forward. Period. Capitalized letter. Hello. Goodbye. See you soon, when the sky changes color and familiar shadows sashay onto the face of the moon. Aloha. Didn’t you feel my body assuming that sacred space. Me, empty, Namaste. Time is not a liar. The dignified and exiled stare inside mystified. The galaxy, flag fabric. Lick wind. Ciao. Time is not a liar. Period. Capitalized letter. Blades of grass against your palm. Cool wind, closed eyelids. Amore.
June 3, 2015
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