The felled over long-ass days all Summer
One life smears into the next
Too many stories and too many styles
Every song a siren’s song
This wheel, that beachcomber bonfire
This jacquard became the center of our lives
That switch became another became another and now we’re driving places after sundown
When gains are twinned with memories
When your sense of self subtracts time
When gravity
When back-lighting
When dilation
When deference
Smoke rises into the night somewhere
Let’s count
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