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Drift
Here is the moment where we digress.
The voice raises and cracks;
a crescendo of fire and pain.
The lack of control is the venom of absence.
This is the point where we diverge,
footsteps in different directions
leading to those myriad no-wheres
where others stand waiting for our arrivals,
Now is the time for all good things,
just as they did before, to change;
to affect the way each meal tastes
and show just how blue an empty sky can be.
The voice raises and cracks;
a crescendo of fire and pain.
The lack of control is the venom of absence.
This is the point where we diverge,
footsteps in different directions
leading to those myriad no-wheres
where others stand waiting for our arrivals,
Now is the time for all good things,
just as they did before, to change;
to affect the way each meal tastes
and show just how blue an empty sky can be.
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