a long and soft forever
Heartlessly fulfilled
What a plentiful wasteland
And so I stand here in a desert
Flat but golden
Shimmering even
What is this?
A laughing, taunting goodbye?
A jeering show of rejection?
Some kind of jovial dismissal?
It is, it is
as truly as a violin’s taut strings
as certain as the coaxing of a saxophone
it is a pleasure to close the door behind you
a fuller breath of oxygen to inhale
for now, tangibly relieving
may I watch the horizon capture you
Disappeared then
in a long and soft forever
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