the great dynasties are great as long as we think they are
a yellow-coloured sea glass, and the world behind
closing my eyes, opening my eyes
few has changed visibly so far but I’ve changed alongside
a peculiar sound sinking onward and inward
as if we had never laughed the sky turns back blue
what is honesty?
a ray of sunlight
just appearing
over the ridge
(in my eye)
is this a nightmare, but no one specific asks
the world comes down to all rooms lit
pi & anne 
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