and when we drove across the city,
drawing shadows in our hearts,
trapped together, that almost exploding rhythm-ride ...
you said you didn't want to talk of things "profound"
-- but every inch and atom around us was profound
of love, of history of --
it was like, in an instant, your eyes closed
and there we were
glass pieces singing in the air
a billion crystals flying far out into the galaxy
forgotten.
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